Chapter 3

Aya drifted toward consciousness with a feeling of such contentment, he was almost overwhelmed by the emotion. The press of warm flesh, both in front and behind, brought him to full wakefulness. He opened his eyes to a sight he thought he would never experience again, that of Yohji sleeping peacefully in his arms. He felt so content that he couldn't keep his fingers from running through Yohji's hair before caressing a smooth cheek. Aya just couldn't stop touching Yohji. He felt that, if he didn't do it now, he'd never get another chance to do so. Aya had to continually remind himself that it wasn't a dream as he watched Yohji in the dim light that filtered through the window from outside. The sun had set while they slept and early evening was upon them.

Aya's thoughts shifted to his other lover. He'd always known Chloé had a generous heart so it didn't really amaze Aya that he welcomed Yohji as he did, but what did surprise him was the way that he so easily initiated the three-way sex as if it was a common, every day occurrence. Guess his lover still had many surprises left in store for him... them to discover.

Just remembering the last bout of sex made the small smile Aya didn’t even know he wore widen just the tiniest bit. As much as he wished to be the first to reintroduce Yohji to the joys of being bottom, he was ultimately grateful that Chloé had taken the initiative. Chloé was much more experienced and Aya knew he would've been too swept away by being with Yohji again to give him the gentle reintroduction that Chloé did.

"Mmmmm, now that's a sight I always want to wake up to: you smiling. Hello, my dearest," Chloé whispered into Aya's ear as he propped himself up on one elbow and kissed Aya on the cheek. His fingers combed stray strands of red hair away from Aya's face as he murmured, "Mmmm, that was incredible. I hope our sleeping beauty feels the same way about it after he wakes up. Do you suppose we should nudge him into consciousness? I'm not certain what time it is, but I do know I'm starving... for food actually for a change."

Yohji heard a voice from what seemed like far away as he drifted awake. At first, he couldn't make sense of what was said until he woke up a little more. Cracking one eye open to a slit, both eyes opened wide in surprise, he started when he saw a pair of the most brilliant violet eyes looking at him from a very close distance. He'd been so deeply asleep, it seemed that he forgot where he was and who he was with for a while. As memory quickly returned, he settled back down on the bed and smiled. "Hey, gorgeous."

Aya was distracted from answering Chloé by seeing Yohji come awake. The endearment spoken brought back memories so strong, he couldn't speak. He smiled instead and stroked Yohji's cheek once again.

At a loss for what he should say to having two male lovers in bed with him, Yohji rolled over onto his back and discovered various aches and pains coming from his body. "Ow."

When Yohji rolled over and voiced his discomfort, Aya sat up, leaned across Chloé and clicked on the bedside light then turned back to Yohji and said, "Before you drifted off to sleep, I was going to warn you that you might be a little sore later."

Chloé sat up, his expression was one of concern as he gazed back at Yohji. "Yes, we were going to explain that, although it felt good while we were fucking – and I'm certainly glad it did feel good to you – that afterwards, all those muscles not accustomed to being used in such a fashion, were going to complain. I would recommend a nice, long soak and pampering from two incredibly gorgeous men; one with blond hair, the other with red. Luckily, I just so happen to know where two such men can be found."

Yohji cocked an eyebrow at Chloé's comment. "So, do you think you could call them to come pamper me?" he quipped. Grimacing a little at the soreness he felt as he rolled over to look at the two men, his eyes just happened to look up at the print above the bed. "Why in hells can I not get away from that hideous thing?"

About to scoot down and lay beside Yohji again, Aya stopped and looked to see what Yohji was staring at. An unaccustomed bark of laughter broke free and he couldn't quite smother his smile when he looked back at Chloé. "I think I'll let you warn Yohji of what he'll find at home."

Chloé canted his head to follow Yohji's gaze, then sighed at Aya's words, rolling his eyes as well. "Tournee du Chat Noir by Theophile-Alexandre Steinlen. I purchased one of the original posters some time ago. I had it professionally framed and mounted over my bed. One day, Michel saw the poster, liked it so much that he bought a print of it for his room." Chloé sighed again. "I apologize, that's not exactly correct. He bought many prints and papered an entire wall of his room with them. It was, to be polite, excessive. In disgust, I took down my poster and moved it into the guest room. To this day, I shudder every time I have to go into Michel's room. The boy's taste is questionable at best."

Yohji heaved a groan at Chloé's explanation. "You mean to tell me this – Michel, whoever he is, has a whole wall covered with this shit? At least I don't have to see that... do I? Sorry, but it's not one of my favorite pieces. My wife... uh... ex-wife – fell in love with it when we went to some art show and bought a print. She had it hanging above our bed, too. What's up with everyone sticking that thing over their beds?" Suddenly, a thought hit him, "Where am I going to stay once we reach London? I doubt the people you work for are going to be thrilled with a virtual stranger in your midst."

Aya smoothed a hand down Yohji's cheek, "We have to check out a few things, but you'll be staying with us. There's no question about that. And... I figure you'll probably stay in the guest room." He looked at Chloé. "I think we'll have to find a place to move the poster to. Again."

"Yes, that's likely. However, didn't you say that Yohji mentioned having a rather large bed? Yohji, if you'd rather stay in the guest room to start, that is your prerogative, but I for one would be quite pleased to have you share a bed with Aya and myself. Provided you found this arrangement pleasing as well? I believe Aya would also prefer this. We are planning to continue a threeway relationship, yes? Or are we splitting into pairs?" Chloé asked, looking between both men expectantly.

"Well, I... um... can I ask what... arrangements you currently have? I didn't want to just butt in or assume we'd all be sharing a room." At a loss regarding how they were going to decide where he would sleep, Yohji looked first at Chloé and then at Aya for answers. "Depending on what you two want to do, my bed is more than big enough to easily fit the three of us. But I don't want to interfere..." Not sure what these two men had in mind, Yohji was floundering badly and not expressing himself well at all. "Whatever you decide is fine with me but, I'll tell you one thing now: I. Am. NOT. Sleeping in a room with that thing so, wherever IT is, I won’t be, okay?"

Aya didn't even smile at Yohji's last words. His heart was in his throat as he thought about how to answer Yohji. He'd said all the wrong things earlier and he was afraid he'd do the same thing again. "Well, Chloé still has his things in his room and I have my own room, but we usually sleep in my room when we're both home." Aya's voice was quiet and his eyes fell to the bed to hide his uncertainty as he continued, "What I'd really like would be for you to move into my room but I don't want to push you, Yohji. I only want you to do what you feel comfortable with."

"And when we're not home, we still share a bed. If you're also asking if we sleep with others, the answer is: only you." Chloé leaned over Aya to rest a hand on Yohji's arm. "I think we should have your bed shipped to London straight away and, if Aya is agreeable, we'll move the bed into his room and relocate some of the other furniture to my room. We can use that as the communal dressing area. Each room also has its own bath with a shower and there's a full bath with a large tub on the main floor. We added the large tub when Ken, Aya and Yuki joined us. There's something about a Japanese man and his bath that's a sacred thing."

"Well... yeah. Bathing is almost like a sacred ritual for us. Isn't it the same for... oh, never mind. If you're okay with it, that sounds like a plan. Aya? How do you feel about moving my bed into your room? Will that be a problem? We don't have to if you don't want but, speaking of baths... I really need one right now." Yohji scratched at his groin where a little bit of lube was missed in the clean up and had dried to a flaky crust. "If we're going to act like a civilized menage-a-trois or whatever it is that we're going to be, how about we clean up, get something to eat and discuss this over the dinner we missed earlier?" To accentuate his point, Yohji's stomach decided right at that moment to give a LOUD growling noise.

Aya was a little unsettled by Yohji's oh-so-casual comments about moving in with him... as if it didn’t matter to Yohji where he stayed. He kept his voice very neutral as he bumped Chloé’s arm when he scooted to the end of the bed and stood up, "No, Yohji. No problem at all. I'll go get the bath started." Aya turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Chloé frowned at Aya as he departed then glanced over at Yohji. "Mind telling me what that was about? It's habit for me to have to ask Aya what he's really feeling, but I thought that you were supposed to be more forward with your emotions." He sighed. "Oh well, I supposed I'll have to start asking you to tell me exactly how you feel. Do you want this, Yohji, with both of us? Or would you rather work on a relationship with Aya? I would understand, of course, if that were the case. I won't lie and say that I wouldn't be disappointed, but I would understand."

Yohji stared after Aya as he left the room then looked at Chloé, totally perplexed. "What? What'd I say now, Chloé? Damn, but he's hard to figure out." Carefully sitting up, Yohji wrapped his arms around his knees and rested his forehead on them. In a low, muffled voice, he said, "Everything's happened so fast, Chloé. My head's spinning. Just yesterday, despite my lack of memories, I knew who I was." He lifted his head with a lost look on his face. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to both of you. Maybe a little more to Aya in some ways, but I definitely feel something for you, too. Otherwise, I would never have had sex with you. As far as I knew, I was totally straight until earlier today."

Hair fell into Yohji's face and a hand lifted in an absentminded gesture to brush it back. "While I'd really like to move into Aya's bedroom with the two of you, I just wasn't sure if that's what Aya wanted so I might've down played my reaction a little too much to suit him. Is that what you're trying to tell me? Is he always so hard to figure out? I might need you to translate him for me."

Chloé lifted a hand to his forehead. "Meine gott! The two of you are going to be the death of me and not the way I had hoped! Yohji, love, Aya very much wants you to move in with us. You should have seen his face this evening when he awoke to find you in his arms. He was smiling, and let me tell you, that’s very rare. He was smiling because he finally had you back with him. But yes, he was being reserved. He didn't want to push when all of this was so new. He didn't want to assume that you'd jump right into a relationship with us. Now, if the two of you would stop being so damn polite with each other, then perhaps we can get this worked out. To the satisfaction of us all. Japanese men... god give me strength." Chloé slide out of bed and held out a hand to Yohji. "Come Yohji, let us go find Aya and bathe. Together. Then you two can reassure each other. Again."

Yohji took hold of Chloé's hand and gingerly scooted across the bed. Groaning at the various aches and pulls on his muscles, he grimaced. "Let's go see how much Aya's brooding..." Shocked, Yohji looked at Chloé with his mouth hanging open. "Aya is brooding right now, isn't he? Wonder how I knew that about him?"

*****

Aya grabbed his sweatpants on the way to the bath. He figured he'd get the bathwater running and scrub off before he went to reheat their dinner while he let the other two men bathe. As he washed under the shower spray, his thoughts turned to the same doubts he had earlier. Aya was positive he was pushing Yohji into something he wasn't ready for right now, maybe ever. Each time Aya opened his mouth, he seemed to say the wrong things. Even when he went so far as to tell Yohji exactly what he wanted, it didn't seem to be enough for Yohji. Aya turned off the water then grabbed a towel to dry off. With doubts still running through his head, he was just stepping into his pants when the other two joined him.

Yohji quickly crossed the room when he saw the look on Aya's face. After taking him into his arms, Yohji pulled back, cradled Aya's face between his hands and leaned in for a deep kiss. Ending the kiss with a series of small pecks, Yohji looked into Aya's eyes. “I’m sorry. Ever since we 'met', I seem to be saying and doing everything wrong. I think I hurt you again and I didn't mean to. If you'll have me, I really would like to move in with you and Chloé, and for the three of us to somehow learn what it's like to be in a relationship together." He paused, not totally sure of himself but his cocky smile reasserted itself on his face. "That is, if you can stand putting up with me and all my idiotic ways that are sure to drive you crazy, Aya."

With conflicting emotions, Aya tried not to sound too hopeful when he asked, "Are you sure, Yohji, really sure that I'm not pushing you or forcing you into this?" He swallowed over the lump in his throat and continued, “Don't think that you have to move in with us because it's what I want. I'll always love you, that will never change. I just want you to be happy."

There was an uncertainty in Aya's demeanor that Yohji didn't think was a natural part of him. "Aya, I might be going out on a limb here but, I get the feeling you're treating me with kid gloves, like I might shatter any minute and that it's not like you to be so hesitant about saying what you mean. I'm as happy now as I've been in a quite awhile. There is not one but two people who care about me, one who says he loves me and has the key to my past plus, there's an opportunity for a whole new life ahead." He placed a sweet but brief kiss on Aya's lips before drawing back. "I'm sure I want to give us a try. The three of us. If that means picking up and moving to London, then that's what I want to do, okay? Convinced yet?" Not knowing how much more sincere he could make his answer, Yohji looked deeply into Aya's eyes hoping his feelings on the issue would get through and make Aya believe him.

"Enough, Aya," Chloé said, breaking his silence as he joined his two lovers. "Yohji has told you what he wants. He's shown you as well. Now, it's time for you to trust him — to trust all of us — and put your worries to rest. This... situation will take time and surely there will be more episodes of uncertainty, but perhaps we should save those for the future, yes? Otherwise, we won't have any complicated issues left to deal with when we get home."

Aya frowned at Chloé's words. The smartass always had to think he knew best. Aya was aware that Yohji was sincere in what he said; he could see it in those lovely green eyes that haunted his dreams. The problem was that he was almost afraid to hope that this was going to work. He wanted it so badly and was positive that, if he lost this, it would be the last straw for his sanity. He sighed in defeat and pulled Chloé close to place a kiss on his lips and then turned to kiss Yohji before he pulled back and said, "If you're sure, Yohji. Please come back to London with us." Aya turned back to Chloé and gave him a glare, "There. Happy now?"

"Quite," Chloé answered, returning Aya's glare with a smug smile of his own. "Face it, Aya. You were no match for my wit before and now that Yohji is with us, you don't stand a chance." He leaned in and brushed a tender kiss against Aya's lips, silencing any immediate retort. When he pulled back, it was only far enough to give Yohji a kiss too. "If this matter is now settled, could we actually take the bath that you two were so adamant we needed?"

"You know, at this point, I'm almost tempted to joke about not wanting to go so you two could convince me some more but, with the way things have played out so far, I don't think that would be a good idea at all." Yohji leaned down to nuzzle Aya's ear, giving a quick swipe with his tongue along the outer shell before whispering, "I'll save the teasing for when we know each other better and you're not so touchy around me." He smiled to take the sting out of his words. "Didn't someone say something about a bath?" Just at that moment, Yohji's stomach made another embarrassing growl, "And there was a mentioned of food, yes?" He smirked in Chloé's direction to emphasize his imitation of the man's speech pattern. Yohji rather enjoyed imitating him for some unknown reason.

Not really happy at the thought of having two idiots teasing him in his future, Aya pulled back from both of them and said, "You two can scrub off and soak. Since I'm dressed, I'll go reheat dinner and you can join me when you're done."

Chloé gave Aya a quick salute then walked over to the shower to clean himself off. "Thank you, Aya. I'm beginning to think that if we don't feed Yohji soon, he's liable to get as cranky as you and that, once again, would put a damper on the evening." He turned to smirk at Yohji over his shoulder. "Come along, Yohji, and I'll wash your back for you."

Yohji released Aya after another quick peck, his hand trailing down Aya's arm, lightly gripping his fingers before releasing them and turning to join Chloé. "Will you also wash my hair for me? Make sure not to get shampoo in my eyes." He drew water from the tub and up ended the container over his head. As Yohji bent to sit down on the small stool, he winced at the slight ache from his backside. "What did you say about my 'aches and pains' from our little encounter earlier?” He looked at Aya, “Am I going to feel like this after every time I bottom and why in hells didn't you walk funny after I fucked you earlier?" Somehow, it felt like a slight against Yohji's size.

"Well, Chloé and I have been having sex regularly for a while now. Yohji, as incredible as it may feel to have anal sex with someone who knows how to do it correctly, there are some prices to be paid. You are going to find that, for the first few times and on the times that we may get... a little carried away, you are going to feel it for a day or two. Then again, some people are better at hiding a limp." Aya then walked gracefully from the room to go fix dinner, a slight smile on his face at Yohji’s grumbling.

Chloé watched Aya depart and then turned his attention back to Yohji. "He's very good at hiding a limp, actually. But then again, so am I when he decides to 'get me back' for all those times I tease him. If we continue to be as active as the three of us have been, you'll grow accustomed to it. Besides, if one of us doesn't feel 'up' to being bottom, we can switch. I, for one, don't mind either position. It's all good to me. So, do you still want me to wash your hair for you, mein liebchen?"

Holding the bottle of shampoo up for Chloé to use, Yohji closed his eyes and leaned his head back so his new lover could begin washing his hair. "What was that you called me just now, Chloé? Isn't that German? Hmmmm. Scheiß, Geben Sie mir ein Bier, jetzt. That just came to me. What did I say?"

The shampoo bottle slipped from Chloé's fingertips before he could get a good grip as he started to laugh out loud. "Why am I even surprised that the first bit of German you remember involves you both cursing and asking for an alcoholic beverage? What you said, Yohji darling, was 'Shit. Bring me a beer right now.' Charming, truly charming, no wonder Aya is so enamored of you." Still chuckling, he bent over to retrieve the shampoo, opened the bottle and poured a generous amount into his hand. “As tempted as I am to wash your mouth out with this, I think I'll refrain. Lean back so I can wash those golden locks of yours."

"It's not as if I knew what it meant which is why I asked you first so I wouldn't say it in public - just in case it was something not appropriate. Although, if we were in a bar, it wouldn't be so bad." Yohji began soaping a wash cloth and rapidly washed his body while Chloé's magic fingers spread the shampoo through his hair. "Mmmmm, if my stomach wasn't so empty, I'd give you two hours to stop what you're doing..."

Chloé worked the shampoo into Yohji's hair, giving him a short but thorough scalp massage. "If we had two hours, I'd likely want to do more with you than wash your hair. As much as I'm enjoying this, I believe Aya is waiting impatiently for us to finish. So..." Picking up the wooden bucket, he filled it with water and promptly dumped it over Yohji, leaving the bucket sitting on his head as if it was a hat. "I think you ought to hurry up and rinse."

Sputtering furiously from the water that was poured over his head and face, Yohji wiped away the excess with his finger then cracked one eye open to gage where Chloé was. He removed the make shift bucket hat and dropped it to the floor then shook his head vigorously so that the water from his hair flew into Chloé's face. Yohji reached for the bucket before it rolled too far away, filled it again and dumped it over himself while he was in the process of standing up, splashing still more water onto Chloé and effectively rinsing off at the same time. Grabbing Chloé's hand, he dragged him over to get into the deep tub. "Okay, enough of that. We only have a few minutes to enjoy a short soak before Aya'll be calling us to get out. Might as well make the best use of this time. I'll get even with you later." Yohji turned slightly and placed a tentative kiss onto Chloé's lips and looked up with hope that he hadn't done something wrong.

Chloé pushed strands of wet, blond hair from Yohji's face and smiled, amusement evident in his eyes. "I must have a thing for bossy men. Can't get enough of them it seems." Fingers strayed to the curve of Yohji's chin and he cupped it, closing the small gap between them to give Yohji a soft, lingering kiss. "I'll look forward to your revenge. Pity we don't have any time now." He sighed dramatically and raised his voice so it was loud enough to reach Aya's ears in the kitchen. "But if we don't get out of this tub soon, Aya is going to be quite put out and we certainly don't want that, do we Yohji?"

Aya had finished reheating the dinner that Chloé had the presence of mind to put in the refrigerator before joining them before. He was reaching into the cupboard for drinking glasses to place on the table currently covered with food and dishes, when he heard Chloé's voice drift from the bathroom. Aya couldn’t help but shake his head at his lover’s antics as he replied, "Doesn't matter to me how long you take but I won't promise to wait for you two if you take much longer. Besides, I'm not sure my own company isn’t preferable to two babbling idiots."

Leaning his head back against the edge of the tub, Yohji stretched his arms to rest them on the rim and in a sing-song voice, called out to Aya. "Aaaayyyaaaaan! Chloé said you would pamper me. Won't you bring dinner in here and feed me?" Lifting his head, he looked at Chloé with a wicked smirk on his face while they both waited for Aya's reply.

*****

The glass Aya was holding slipped through nerveless fingers when he heard Yohji call him 'Ayan' after all this time. As if he was in a trance, Aya started toward the bathroom only to stop when he felt a sharp pain. He lifted his leg, looked down and pulled a piece of glass out of the bottom of his foot. Aya then noticed the broken glass scattered about so he turned to get the broom and dust pan to clean up, never noticing the blood that was smearing across the floor.

Chloé stopped mid-laughter when he heard the sound of breaking glass. "Aya?" he called out, already starting to climb from the tub. When he didn't hear an immediate reply, he frowned deeply, ignoring the fact that he was soaking wet as he headed quickly for the doorway, feet slipping on the slick tiles. "Aya! Aya, love, are you all right?"

As soon as he heard the glass shatter, Yohji's head whipped around toward the door. When Chloé called out and received no answer, he became concerned. Yohji surged out of the tub and ran past Chloé to get to the kitchen. He really didn't mean to push him out of the way but he felt almost panicked for some reason. "Aya? Answer me, dammi-"

Yohji came to a full, sudden stop and put his arm out to keep Chloé from entering the kitchen. "There's broken glass on the floor, be careful. Go get the first aid kit. Now." Keeping his voice low so he wouldn't startle Aya who seemed to be in a daze and was busy sweeping up the shards as if nothing was wrong. Yohji walked carefully around the broken glass to his lover.

The amount of blood seeping from the cut on Aya's foot was making little rivulets that met and mixed with the water still dripping from Yohji's body. As he got closer, Yohji grabbed a dish cloth from the counter and knelt before Aya. "Steady yourself against the counter and let me take a look at your foot. Aya? Can you hear me?"

That seemed to bring Aya out of his daze long enough to notice Yohji. "What's wrong with you? You're dripping wet!" Aya glared at Yohji then noticed Chloé standing there and turned the look to him. "Chloé, you're still naked... and soaking wet! Go dry off, both of you. I just dropped a glass and have to get the pieces off the floor before someone steps on them." Aya looked down at the floor and noticed the blood for the first time. "Where'd that come from?" he said before realizing that his foot was starting to throb.

"Aya, for heaven's sake, would you put the broom down and let Yohji tend your wound? If you're going to bitch about me being all wet, then what about the fact that you're bleeding all over the kitchen floor? Honestly!" Chloé clucked his tongue at his lover, shaking his head. "Yohji, do you believe this man is more concerned about cleaning the glass up and that we're naked and wet, than the fact that he's causing a bloody mess? Yet another reason why he needs two of us to take care of him – although I suppose I should be pleased he noticed us at all."

An exasperated look crossed Yohji's face, "Chloé, you can get all happy that Aya noticed your oh, so beautiful wee-wee later. Right now, I need you to get the fucking first aid kit! If I knew where you kept it, I'd get it myself. Now, move that pretty ass. You'll make Aya happy that he can give you hell about tracking water all over the floors while you're at it."

Yohji carefully wiped some of the blood away from the wound. He needed to get the foot at a better angle so he could see if there was any glass left in it. Yohji slowly let go of Aya's foot and stood up. Taking a step to the side, he leaned down, scooped Aya into his arms, walked over to the kitchen table and plopped Aya onto its surface.

Aya was so startled when Yohji suddenly picked him up and put him on the table, he didn’t have time to evade his lunatic lover and just took deep breaths to calm his temper while the man dabbed at his foot. The minute his brain started functioning again, he practically shouted, "Yohji, what in the hells has gotten into you? You almost set me down on top of our dinner! It's only a scratch. Just get me a band-aid, slap it on my foot and it'll be fine."

Hiding his smile, Chloé did as he was told and fetched the first aid kit from the linen closet beside the bathroom. He returned with the large, well-equipped box and set it on the table beside Aya, wisely not commenting and just barely managing not to laugh... too much. He then began cleaning the glass completely from the floor before tackling the blood stains. "Yohji, if the wound looks like it needs stitches, I can take care of that. We don't have to worry about getting him to a hospital."

No, not chuckling at all. Nope. Not Chloé.

Seeing the blood covering Aya's foot, Yohji was suddenly hit with a another memory of a different kitchen, of Aya standing in its the center, blood dripping onto the floor, this time from his arm but still, all that blood. Yohji's flashback ended abruptly and he shook his head to clear it. He didn't hear what Chloé said but knew someone had spoken. Rather shaken, Yohji began to search for any broken glass inside of Aya's foot.

Aya's irritation fled at the sight of an obviously upset Yohji. He saw Yohji's eyes suddenly glaze over for a moment before he shook his head and went back to examine his foot. He sensed Yohji'd had a flashback because he saw that same look before immediately followed by Yohji mentioning a recovered memory. Aya touched the side of Yohji's face and tilted it up, "Yohji, thank you for helping me with my foot. If the cut seems like it's deep, let Chloé know and he'll put a couple of stitches in it."

Aya turned to see that Chloé had cleaned the floor of the mess. “Chloé, go put a robe on or something while Yohji checks to see if the cut needs stitches."

"What's this obsession you have with my being naked? Yohji's still naked too, I might add. But yes, I'll find a robe for myself and I think I packed an extra one that will work for Yohji. I'll just be a moment, all right, love?" Chloé paused beside the table and placed a kiss on Aya's lips. "Reassure him, won't you?" he said quietly, nodding his chin toward Yohji. "And try to refrain from bleeding on the floor now that I've finished cleaning it."

Yohji continued to gently treat Aya's foot. He stopped for just a moment to open the first aid kit that Chloé'd brought over and rummaged around looking for some medicated wipes to further clean the cut. He worked in a daze, not really paying attention to what he was doing other than to work on instinct. The new memory that just materialized really disturbed him. Why couldn't he remember more?

Aya frowned when Yohji ignored him and continued to work in silence. He took a deep breath and softly asked, "Yohji, what's wrong? Talk to me... please."

Yohji blinked as if to clear his head from a fog and looked up at Aya. "I just had a flashback. You were standing in a kitchen wearing a dark leather coat. Your arm was bleeding..." He talked very slowly as if he was sifting through his thoughts. "There was so much blood..."

Aya urged Yohji to stand between his legs then wrapped his arms around a slender waist, "I was shot on the mission to eliminate the elders of Esset. It was early in our relationship and you were very upset that you were unable to prevent it. You cleaned and stitched me up and it's just one more scar, that's all." Aya leaned in to kiss Yohji. "This is a scratch compared to most of the injuries I've sustained."

Kissing Aya back, Yohji gave him a wan smile. "It was just... you looked like you were in so much pain, Aya." Yohji wrapped his arms around Aya and held him tight. "I'm being an idiot. Sorry."

He let go and knelt down to scrutinize the wound. Using a pair of tweezers from the kit, he pulled a small splinter of glass out of Aya's foot. "I think that's the only one," he said. "When Chloé comes back, I want him to see if you need stitches. It looks pretty deep."

Aya sighed in frustration when Yohji pulled away. “The pain I felt that time was because a friend had been forced to shoot me and the fact that my sister was still missing, not because of the wound. You're not being an idiot except for the fact that you're upset and not letting me comfort you."

"Are you going to comfort me like you did in bed earlier?" Yohji teased, a slow, seductive smile formed on his lips. Nimble fingers began to gently massage the areas of Aya's foot that was well away from the injury.

"Tsk, tsk, no starting without me — again." Chloé put his spare robe over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. "That's for you, Yohji, if you like. Aya, you will be pleased to know that I emptied the tub and cleaned up all the water from the floor. Now then, how's the patient?"

Kneeling beside Yohji, Chloé put his hand over the blond's, stilling it. "Let me check the injury." Holding onto Aya's heel, he inspected the wound carefully, frowning over it. "It's deep and I could put a stitch or two in but the edges are clean and I think it'll heal fine with a butterfly bandage. Then you won't have to deal with the hassle of having stitches, Aya."

Chloé removed the appropriate bandage from the kit and secured it to the bottom of Aya's foot before covering it with a bandaid. "There you are, almost as good as new, although you will have a slight limp and not from the expected activity."

Aya glared at Chloé for that last comment, mentally promising himself that next time he topped Chloé, the man would be walking with a very prominent limp. Aya didn't think he'd be complaining though. He pulled Yohji up once again and kissed him before he said, "As much as I know Chloé would love to have you eat at the table naked, go put the robe on so we can finally have dinner."

Noticing the dishes of food set all around where Aya was sitting on the table for the first time, Yohji leaned toward Aya as if he was going to kiss him, his arm reaching out behind his lover to snag an eggroll. Munching on it, he offered a bite to Aya, "Care to have a taste of mine?"

Trying to distract the two men from realizing that he was still shaken up, Yohji stuffed the eggroll into Aya's mouth and wiped his greasy fingers on Aya's pants.

"Mmm, I want a taste, too," Chloé said and got to his feet, feigning a pout as he leaned forward to claim the end of the eggroll before it disappeared into Aya's mouth. "Delicious!" he mumbled through a mouthful, licking at his lips. "The eggroll is quite tasty, too." He smiled at Aya before glancing down at Yohji, giving him a warm smile as well. "You're a wonderful nurse, Yohji, skilled with your hands and willing to work naked. Thank you for tending to Aya." Chloé reached out to touch Yohji's cheek with his fingertips. "Are you going to be all right, Yohji?"

Aya frowned while watching Yohji closely. The light teasing and banter couldn't hide the shadows Aya saw as he'd seen them too many times before in their shared past. Hearing Chloé's question, he knew that Yohji’s demeanor hadn’t fooled him either. "Yohji, if you won't let us in, how can there ever be a chance of the three of us having a relationship that works?"

Yohji jerked a little at the questions being asked, he thought he was doing a good job of masking his feelings of unease but, apparently he was hiding nothing from his two lovers. "I'm fine, Chloé. Just a little shaken up by the picture I got in my head of Aya dripping blood on the kitchen floor." He looked at Aya, "Was I squeamish about blood before?"

Chloé answered, "I highly doubt it, Yohji, since you've patched Aya up many more times than I have. But you shouldn't worry about it and I would imagine talking about the flashes of memory might help more than keeping them to yourself. Aya can help you to understand them and I can offer my support. We wish to be here for you, if you'll let us." He tugged Yohji up to his feet then threaded fingers through damp hair and closed the space between them to place a kiss on full lips. "I know I want to be there for you, as much as Aya does."

Aya slid off the table to embrace both of his lovers before he looked into Yohji's eyes, "Yohji, stop avoiding my questions with jokes. Will you let us in so we can try to make this work? If you can't do that, then this is going to be doomed from the start. I'm willing to tell you anything you want to know about the past with nothing held back, I... no we need you to do the same. Can you do this? For you? For us?"

Yohji couldn't look Aya in the eye, he was trying to open up but couldn't seem to formulate his thoughts and feelings into words. Although Aya knew him, to Yohji, he was still little more than several memories flashing through his head. Even Chloé seemed to know Yohji better than he knew his old self. He had to clear his throat several times before he could get his voice to cooperate. "I'm trying, Aya. It's just hard for me to open up when I still don't remember you except a few flashes here and there. For all intents and purposes, to me, we're still little more than strangers." Yohji leaned into Chloé's hand and squeezed Aya to him, "Be patient with me a little longer and call me on it when I try to pull back."

A burst of laughter surprised his two lovers. "As Chloé's mentioned several times, I think I need to put something on before..." he looked down at his half erect cock making itself known. Pulling away, he went to retrieve the robe from the chair and put it on. As he was sliding his arms into the garment, he looked toward Aya, "You never did tell us how you broke the glass..."

Chloé watched Yohji cover up and mocked pouted. "Awww, but you're hiding your beautiful wee-wee, Yohji," he teased. Turning to rub a cheek against Aya's hair, he said, "He's right, love. You're not exactly clumsy, so I'm likewise curious to find out what happened."

”It just slipped through my fingers,” Aya shrugged his shoulders as he went to take a seat at the table while he avoided both men's eyes, "that's all." Aya started to fill his plate while trying to evade the question.

The sudden shift in mood rang false to Yohji. While he was slightly curious before, now, he wanted to get to the bottom of Aya's light dismissal of their question.

"Does your foot hurt, Aya?" Yohji asked as he turned an intense look at Chloé. A silent communication passed between the two men. Neither was fooled by their reticent lover.

"Nothing ever just 'slips through your fingers,' Aya," Chloé stated as he too sat down at the table and picked up a plate. He helped himself to some of the crab rangoon and sesame chicken without further comment, waiting until both men were also settled with their meals. "I would appreciate, and I believe Yohji would also, if you would tell us the truth. Please. Didn't you just finish telling Yohji something along the lines that, if he wasn't honest and forthcoming with us, the relationship we're developing wouldn't succeed? It's time, I think, to practice what you preach, my dearest."

Reaching over the table to grab a bowl of lo mein, Yohji's hand brushed Aya's when he reached for the same. "Go ahead, Ayan. I'll just help myself to something else first."

Aya closed his eyes almost in pain as Yohji called him 'Ayan' again, knowing that it wasn't said consciously. While Aya wanted it to carry the same meaning it always did when Yohji called him the pet name before, it brought a stinging sensation behind his lids to hear it now when Yohji still didn't remember him completely and his feelings for Aya were still uncertain.

Aya opened his eyes and took a bite of food to prolong his answer for a bit longer while he tried to think of what he could say without putting added pressure on Yohji. "Well, that's what happened. I think we should eat before everything gets cold... again."

Yohji settled into his chair and grabbed another egg roll, took a small bite then waved the rest to emphasize his point. His free hand slid over the table top to lightly grasp Aya's, his thumb rubbing circles over the top of Aya's hand. "That's only part of what happened, isn't it. Why don't you try adding the rest of it so Chloé and I can both stop worrying about you? If there's something we can do, we will." He was deeply concerned, especially when he saw the slight moisture gathering in the corners of Aya's eyes.

Without knowing how, he unconsciously knew there was something his reticent lover wasn't saying and it was probably due to the fact that he thought it would distress Yohji by saying so out loud. Giving the now shaking hand in his a squeeze, Yohji put his egg roll down onto his plate, wiped the grease from his hand and moved to tightly seize Aya's chin forcing the man to look at him. "Tell me. What happened that made you drop the glass and don't think either one of us is buying that flimsy excuse for a second, love."

"I think I know," Chloé announced, watching Aya intently. Shifting his chair closer, he smoothed a hand over Aya's hair, giving the end of it a gentle tug. "I missed it the first time because it seemed so natural of Yohji to say it and I almost missed it again, until I started thinking back to what happened. Aya... "

With a sigh, Chloé looked from Aya to Yohji. "I believe, Yohji, it has to do with the nickname you instinctively bestowed upon him. Such a small thing, but it must mean a great deal."

Dammit. Couldn't he have any thoughts that he could keep to himself? Both Chloé and Yohji were just too sharp. He should've realized that Chloé would figure it out and even if he didn't he would've kept badgering him until Aya told them what happened.

Aya nodded and said, "Ayan. You used to call me that sometimes. I..." He had to stop when his voice began to crack.

Yohji’s heart lurched when he heard Aya's explanation and found himself rising from his chair to go over to Aya. Kneeling down, he gently pulled Aya into his arms. "I'm sorry I upset you. No matter how inadvertent it was, I seemed to have opened an old wound of sorts. If I could, I'd give up the chance to remember my past just to be able to recover what I felt for you before. As brief as we've known each other this time, the strength of emotions I feel for you is rather overwhelming and it seems to be growing stronger so quickly." He lifted his head and looked at Aya then Chloé. "I really think this could work with the three of us but we're all going to have a steep learning curve for a while."

"I agree," Chloé replied, stroking a hand over Yohji's hair. "But we do have to stop hiding things from each other. It's the little things that seem to matter most in this and it's more than obvious that Yohji is recovering his memories, bit by bit. You're going to have to tell him, Aya, as best as you are able, whenever he does or says anything that he did in the past. He has the right to know and I think I have the right not to be shut out. You want this to work with both of us, yes? Then stop... "

Chloé paused and took a deep breath, lifting his hand away from Yohji's hair to brush the back of his knuckles along Aya's cheek. "I want you to stop being afraid, Aya. Please, love. You know how much I love you and I find myself more than half in love with Yohji already. I don't want to lose either of you. I realize all this is so very new, but I'm willing to fight tooth and nail for its success. To fight for both of you. Understand?" He drew back enough to gaze at both of them together. "You both understand this, yes?"

"Aaaawwww, Chloé. You say the sweetest things," Yohji teased. "Even if I don't remember how I felt about you before, Aya, I'm certain of what I'm feeling now.

Aya didn’t even hear Yohji as he launched into a response without thinking it through, "That's easy for you to say, Chloé, you have nothing to worry about. Every time I open my mouth, I set off a landmine that either causes Yohji to be hurt or to have doubts about coming with us. That's why I didn't want to explain why I dropped the glass. It seemed better to just not mention anything until Yohji either recovered enough of his memories to know what he was saying or to avoid putting further pressure on him to have feelings for me. It's just so hard to hear after all these years. I can't help the way it makes me feel but I realize that I have to stop saying things that would make Yohji feel bad because he doesn't remember his feelings for me."

Aya tried to pull back from both of his lovers but found the chair prevented his escape so he just slumped down in defeat.

"Set off all the 'landmines' you want, Ayan. I seem to be doing some of that myself, without knowing it. Don't worry about making 'Yohji feel bad', I'll get over it. As I was saying before is that I know what I feel now which is a lot of affection toward you, the both of you." An ache deep inside his chest at the dejected picture Aya was making was twisting his stomach into knots. A wave of possessiveness and then... the sea closed over his head. He searched wildly for Aya, didn't see him anywhere. Panic bright and sharp surged through his chest before his eyes caught a flash of red far below him - sinking. Diving to grab wildly at a limp hand, missing it but coming into contact with a heavy coat... he fought to surface for air...

Yohji shook himself when the vision ended, in a shaking voice he tried to open up like Aya had asked. "I... I think I just remembered something else. What were we doing in the ocean in full gear? Since meeting you again, Aya, I seem to be getting these flashes more frequently." He didn't know if he was happy about that or not with as much as they were messing with his composure.

Pushing his chair away from the other two, Chloé stood and picked up his mostly uneaten plate of food. "Yes, of course, it's all 'easy' for me to say as you have noted, Aya. And since I seem to have it so easy at the moment, I believe I'll go for a walk. It's rather apparent I have nothing to contribute to this situation. You two should talk. I'll have my cell phone with me, if you wish to reach me before I return."
He kept his voice as neutral as possible, betraying little of the chaos of emotions he was indeed feeling. Emptying the food into the trash, he put the plate in the sink before wiping his hands on a towel. Only then did he turn around to face the others.

"I've already said this to Aya, but I'll say it again to both of you. If you decide, together, that you would rather pursue a relationship without me, I would understand. I wouldn't be happy about and I wouldn't be doing so to play the martyr, but I will also not hinder you. You both need to escape the past and concentrate on the future. Even if Yohji never fully remembers, I believe this to be important. But I also think that my being here is not helping. So please, talk. You know how to reach me. I will be back later."

With that said, Chloé turned and walked out of the kitchen, disappearing down the hall.

Aya placed a brief kiss on Yohji's lips, stood up then went after Chloé to prevent his leaving. Dismayed by the hurt he’d unintentionally caused his lover who was only trying to help, Aya entered Chloé's room without knocking. "Chloé... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that. Don't go. I need you, Yohji needs you, to stay and help us. You've been the voice of reason in this whole thing and you're contributing more to this situation than I can express."

Chloé glanced up when Aya entered, still in the process of pulling his pants up. He said nothing as he gazed back at his lover, listening to what he had to say. He knew, deep inside, that he should reassure Aya and tell him that he understood, that he knew Aya didn't mean the words as they sounded.

But he couldn't.

This time he'd reached his limit and his own feelings had been hurt.

Aya took a deep breath, "I don't handle emotional situations well and I'm doing everything wrong. Now do you understand why I don't want to say anything? Whatever I say causes people to become upset. Now I've hurt you and that is something that has rarely happened in our time together.”

When Chloé still said nothing, Aya’s shoulders slumped as he whispered, “See? I can't even find the right words to apologize, to have you forgive me the thoughtless words I've spoken without thinking."

Turning away from Aya, his own shoulder hunched, Chloé knew Aya would take his silence and his stance as an unspoken dismissal. As much as Chloé wanted to go and gather Aya into his arms and kiss him, he believed that Aya and Yohji needed to talk. Without his presence. It would be better this way.

Aya turned to leave the room in defeat when Chloé still did not respond to anything he'd said.

"Yeah, and he sucks at this, 'communication' thing because what he said sounded like he wants you to stick around just so we can use you as a go-between and that's not what he meant at all. After being around Aya for this long, you should be able to read between the lines of what he says to get to the part about what he means better than anyone, Chloé." Yohji quipped as he came to Chloé's door and blocked Aya's escape.

Placing his hands on Aya's shoulders, Yohji turned Aya around and pushed him back into Chloé's room. "Now, the three of us need to hash this thing out and set some hard and fast ground rules. I'm tired of everyone being so touchy about what's said, what's not being said and what we mean. We're all being idiots here and, if we hope for this thing to have a snowball's chance, we need to start using our heads a little more than our hearts."

Yohji wrapped one arm around Aya's neck, grabbing the opposite shoulder and held his hand out to Chloé in invitation. "Didn't mean to leave you out of things in the kitchen but I just "saw" something and you both told me not to hold back. How can I take you at your word if this is the reaction I get? I'm not letting either one of you out of this room until everything's settled. And it better be settled pretty damned fast because I'm starving. Either that or we take this back to the kitchen so I can fill this empty pit." Trying to convince Chloé to stay was harder than it seemed. The usually calm man did indeed have a breaking point and wasn't quite as level headed as he first appeared.

Chloé finished buttoning his pants and sighed, taking a step forward and grabbing Yohji's outstretched hand. "My reaction, Yohji, had nothing to do with you, I promise. It has to do with Aya's assumption – incorrect and he knows it – that this is easy for me. And yes, I know how to read between the lines of what Aya says. At the same time, I do still possess feelings and they can and do get hurt. Even I have my limits. It also seems to me that you and Aya need to settle a few things first before I can make my entrance into the picture.

“Aya has trouble admitting how he really feels. He's so caught up in the past now that you're here. And you, Yohji... You're not sure either. I think you're here because instincts tell you that Aya is someone important and your feelings say the same. But you're scared. You both are. I'm not entirely convinced that my presence does anything but hinder the situation. Does it truly help to have me pointing out when Aya is hiding his true feelings? And Aya, aren't you still worried that somehow you're betraying me? I've been trying, all day, to be as open and honest about this situation as I can, but it's not exactly easy. I love you very much, Aya. I care about Yohji as well. But I refuse to be here out of convenience because I make a serviceable mediator. It's not the part I wish to play. So, unless one of you wants me around for something more, I think it's best if I depart and leave you two alone."

"You know, at this point, I doubt having you here is hurting anything in terms of whatever's going on with me and my memories and the feelings I have for Aya. There are feelings for you, Chloé, but I'm not sure what they are yet other than sexual attraction and strong affection. To me, you're still strangers I've only 'met' today despite the flashes of memory I'm getting about Aya. From here on, there might be times when it seems like we're keeping you out but that's not true."

His hold on Chloé's hand tightened and he pulled to wrap his arm around Chloé's waist. Leaning so he could place a kiss to his temple, Yohji continued, "If we start this thing with just me and Aya, it'll take longer to figure out how and where we all stand in the relationship. I say we keep it to the three of us and we'll take the bumps in the road together. If you and Aya will agree to that, as we go along, I'm sure we'll hurt each other at some point or other but that's also something we need to work out. Together."

A sudden loud grumble from Yohji's stomach interrupted him. "Now, if we're to continue with this conversation, can we take this back to the kitchen?" Nuzzling Aya's ear, Yohji turned his attention back to Chloé. "Don't leave. Not now. Not for these reasons you believe you have. Please."

Every word Chloé spoke felt like a stab to his heart. Aya cleared his face of all emotion while he listened to first Chloé then Yohji. When he finally responded, only his eyes showed what he felt, "Chloé, I love you. I love Yohji. I don't know what else I can say except that I don't see you as a mediator and that I'm so very sorry for what I said earlier. I wasn't thinking but then again, I haven't been using logic at all today. Please stay and I'll try to do as you asked and won't try to hide anything more."

"I don't feel like you're keeping me out, Yohji. Neither you nor Aya. That's not what I'm saying here at all." Chloé sighed, leaning into Yohji's embrace and turning to rub a cheek against Aya's. "I think you know damn well that you're already in love with Aya. It doesn't matter if you aren't sure how you feel about me. That is something we will work out in time. It's your feelings for Aya that I think you're hiding from just as Aya keeps hiding from his feelings for you. All these silly pleasantries are for nothing if we keep dancing around each other as if we were all too fragile to handle directly."

Chloé pulled out of Yohji's embrace and picked up a shirt from the bed, pulling it on, fastening the buttons and tucking it into the waist of his slacks. "If you think my reactions are based solely on Aya's words or your actions, then you are both mistaken. As for you, Aya, you should be sorry for what you said. But your apology is accepted. Just remember, my dear love, that I, too, have limits. Dismiss my feelings again and I will leave regardless of either of you trying to convince me otherwise. Do I make myself clear?" He faced the two other men with his hands on his hips. They were a lovely sight and he knew he could be so easily swayed by both of them. He also knew he would lose himself if he allowed his feelings to continue unchecked.

"Are you done telling me how I feel and what it is that I'm thinking?" Yohji let go of Aya and took two long strides to stand directly in front of Chloé. He raised his hands and threaded them through Chloé's blond hair, curling his fingers to grip the silky strands and pulled him forward into a bruising kiss. When Chloé opened his mouth to protest, Yohji plunged his tongue inside putting all of his skill into making Chloé forget his anger. As soon as the tension in Chloé's body began to ease, Yohji released his mouth and pulled back. "Did that feel like I consider you to be of less importance to me than Aya? Does it, Chloé?" Angry now because none of them seemed to be communicating anything right, Yohji fixed his stare directly into Chloé's eyes. "Don't threaten to leave when you know you don't mean it. Not for good as you seem to imply. You're only going to hurt Aya and me by saying it and you damn well know it. Is that what you want? Do you want us to beg you to stay?"

Yohji released his hold on Chloé's hair and dropped to his knees before him. Carefully taking Chloé's left hand, he brought it up to his lips and placed a chaste kiss on the back. "Fine. I'm begging you to stay. For my sake, for Aya's and also, for your own. We all need each other even if we can't seem to keep from being idiots about it. Even though you think you know what's going on in my heart, you really don't, Chloé, but I'm not going to say anymore on that for now. You can think what you want but don't ever think you're less important to me just because Aya and I have a past - one that I still don't recall in its entirety."

Yohji lifted his head from Chloé's hand and looked back at Aya. "We all have some changing to do but we also need time to work through it. None of this is going to be easy, especially if we're going to so easily misunderstand each other."

"Oh, for god's sake man, get off the floor," Chloé snorted, amusement clear in his eyes. "For one thing, you look like a fool. For another thing, you are a fool. A stubbornly gorgeous fool at that. I didn't want anyone to beg to me, although I may have liked it."

Chloé pulled Yohji to his feet and gave him a grateful kiss. "I suppose there's far too much assuming going around on everyone's part and yes, I do include myself in that grouping as well." Letting go of Yohji's hand, Chloé moved to stand in front of Aya, holding his hands out to his lover, palms up. "I forgive you, Aya. Will you forgive me, too for acting like an ass? It does happen, from time to time."

Aya felt the weight that had once again settled in his heart disappear when it seemed that Chloé wasn’t going to leave, "Of course I forgive you, since you really did nothing to forgive. It’s me who can’t seem to say the right words. That's why I try not to articulate my feelings. No matter how hard I try to express myself, I always say the wrong thing.

Aya sighed and took one of Chloé's outstretched hands, "You and Yohji are the only ones I've ever tried to explain what I feel inside but it's hard Chloé. You know how difficult it is for me. I don't think you were behaving like an ass, I'm pretty sure that was the label for my conduct. But if you need a label for how you acted just now, maybe 'juvenile' would fit the bill."

Aya glanced over at Yohji when he heard another loud growl coming from his stomach. "I think we really need to feed Yohji soon before he passes out from hunger. What do you say, do you think the three of us can try dinner again?"

"My stomach seems to be all for that suggestion." Embarrassed at his undisciplined stomach growling so loudly in the middle of an important discussion, Yohji's face flushed. "My suggestion would be to feed me first before I faint." He took their hands in his, brought them up to his lips and placed a kiss first on one then the other. "We should probably just stop talking altogether and stay in bed making love until none of us can walk right. For some reason, we do much better that way instead of trying to talk. That's when we three start creating problems for ourselves."

"We're young, virile men. Of course we'd rather make love instead of discussing our emotions. It's only natural," Chloé said. "But before we can do even that, we must get our energy back. I think I'm actually feeling hungry again myself."

Giving both of their hands a squeeze, Chloé released Yohji's, only to keep his grip on Aya's. "Aya, you don't always say the wrong thing, my sweet. You've told me that you love me and you told Yohji the same. I can't think of words that you've spoken that aren't more right than those. We may become upset with you and you with us, but I know neither he nor I will forget those words from you."

Pulling Aya closer, Chloé kissed him long and deep, letting his love and affection flow through their kiss. Not to mention a very healthy dose of lust. When he pulled back, he was smiling. "Better? Shall we all go and finally finish dinner?"

Aya felt the tug of a brief smile appear after Chloé released his lips, "Hmm. With kisses like that, it makes me want to skip dinner, but since Yotan has mentioned his stomach at least half a dozen times in the last hour or so, we better feed him or he won't be any good to us in the virility department." With a wink at Chloé, Aya turned around and sauntered from the room.

"Aya, wait!" Dammit, the man was fast. Despite his unhurried pace, he was already well down the hallway. Turning to Chloé with a confused look on his face, Yohji frowned. "Do you know the background to that nickname he just called me? Is there some significance to it that I'm not aware of? I don't want to start another round of arguments or misunderstandings but it's not something I'm familiar with."

Chloé just shook his head at Aya and chuckled. He shrugged his shoulders at Yohji. "Probably along the same lines as 'Ayan'. Yohji... Yotan. Aya's never mentioned them to me, while Ken has shared some of the past escapades of the former team he, thankfully, left off the sharing of pet names. Go on and ask Aya. It does suit you though, Yotan." Moving toward the hallway, Chloé breathed a heavy, very dramatic sigh. "Alas, I seem to be the only one without such a nickname."

Aya had already taken Yohji's plate of food from the microwave and just set it down on the table when the other two joined him. "Chloé, fix yourself another plate and I'll reheat it." Aya put his plate of food in the microwave next to heat.

Following quickly behind Chloé, Yohji entered just in time to see Aya take his plate out of the microwave. His stomach growled again as the delicious smells assaulted his senses. Sitting down, he picked up his chopsticks and gingerly blew on the noodles to cool them before putting it into his mouth.

"Mmmm. That's good." Chewing thoughtfully, he watched as Chloé went to retrieve another plate from the cabinet and began to fill it with food. "Thanks, Aya. This really hits the spot. Just as you deserted us in the room, Chloé was bemoaning the fact that, out of the three of us, he's the only one without a nickname. I want to know where 'Yotan' came from but, in order to keep our little group happy, I think we need to come up with something equally demeaning to call our poor, deprived lover."

Taking another bite of his food, Yohji thoughtfully considered what they should call Chloé. "Since he's a blond, too, I think we should call him "Gin-chan" to call attention to the beautiful mass of gold-colored hair. What do you think of that, Ayan?"

Chloé filled a plate full of food and passed it to Aya before turning back to Yohji. "Yohji, I was teasing about the nickname, as you damn well know," he muttered. "Besides, Ayan and Yotan are not demeaning names at all. They're simply teeth-achingly cute and you should use them all the time with each other. As for my proposed nickname... no thank you. I'd rather be called something deriving from my real first name than 'Gin-chan'. And if you think to call me Goldilocks, I'm going to protest. Violently."

Aya was about to answer Yohji when Chloé started to speak. Then, the only thought that filled his mind was that Chloé better not say he thought the nicknames were 'cute'. He got his wish, but not in the manner he'd hoped as 'teeth-achingly cute' was three times as bad. Aya brought their plates to the table and after he sat down, he said in a voice that practically purred, "Yes, Eddie, I think we can manage that." With that said, Aya began to eat his dinner.

"Would you rather 'Chlo-maru' instead? Or maybe 'Chlo-tan' Hmmm. 'Süsse Sache' doesn't have the ring to it that I'd like... 'sweet thing' in German just doesn't do a thing for me." Yohji continued to think out loud as he ate. While he knew he was hungry, he hadn't realized how hungry until he began eating. "We'll keep thinking of a suitable nickname for you but you won't have a say in what it ends up being since we didn't either... did we, Aya?" This lighthearted conversation seemed to be a safe topic so Yohji refrained from changing it. He didn't want anything to distract them again nor to place them on unsure footing for now.

"Fine, fine. I will abide by whatever you two come up with, provided it is not 'Eddie'. Aya, you really are a wicked man." Leaving off talking in favor of eating, he instead watched the other two do the same, feeling the tension ease at last. "Mmmm, it's a very good thing that Chinese can so easily be reheated or eaten cold without losing the flavor. Although at this point, I doubt I'd notice one way or the other. As long as it was edible."

Aya smiled to himself, he knew his lover would hate 'Eddie' and that's why he just couldn't resist. He knew that Yohji would've taken note and that Chloé had not heard the end of 'Eddie'. When he was finished eating his meal, Aya collected his plate and took it to the sink before he went to retrieve the last bottle of sake and three glasses. Returning to the table, he asked, "Anyone want some?" Aya poured a glass and sat down to savor the drink.

"Eddie? Who's 'Eddie'? Is that you, Chloé? Where'd that come from? Awwww, that's so disgustingly cute." Trying for an innocent look, Yohji took one of the glasses Aya put down and held it up to be filled, "I'll take some of that, if you don't mind." There was a mischievous gleam in his eye as he looked at Aya. Between the two of them, they should be able to come up with something devilishly clever to call their blond lover.

Chloé held a hand out for one of the sake filled glasses as he answered Yohji. "My full name is Eduard Rica Kuronescu. Or Edward as the English prefer. Hence, Aya and his terribly clever use of 'Eddie'. You see, Yohji, other than being Ryo for these last couple of years, you always went by your real name of Yohji. Aya, on the other hand, is like me. His real name is Ran. I like to use his real name whenever he's acting like an idiot. Don't I, Aya, dear?" Chloé's smile was full of mischief. He drank down the sake then held his glass out for a refill.

"Which is hardly ever except for the few times my lover drives me to temporary insanity. Isn't that true, Chloé, dear?" Aya, after finishing another glass of sake, decided to tease both his lovers so he trailed one foot up each man's leg to rest them in their laps.

"Eduuaaaaardo Rica Kuronescu..." Yohji deliberately elongated the first name. "Eddo-uaaaaardo-sama. That's it! I hearby bestow upon you this new 'nickname' to be yours and yours alone."

Feeling Aya's foot travel up his leg then to rest in his lap, Yohji, who was already half-hard, swiftly completed that journey and tented the front of his robe under the table. "Aya, if we don't have time to take care of this after we finish eating, I'd suggest you ease up on the teasing right now. Not that I'd complain if we made the time."

Yohji quickly downed the rest of his sake in two gulps. "So, Eddo-uaaaardo-sama, what's next on the agenda for tomorrow?"

"Behave yourself, Ran Fujimiya," Chloé chided, his hand reaching down to massage the foot Aya had in his lap. He had quickly gotten hard at the teasing touch. "And Yohji, keep calling me that and I know I won't make the time," he replied then chuckled to ease the possible harshness of his words.

"Although, I wouldn't mind either, but at the same time we have a lot to take care of tomorrow. I know I'll never live it down for suggesting this, but perhaps we should simply enjoy each other's company tonight in a less energetic manner. We could, you know... cuddle." He glanced at both men. "And yes, I did just say 'cuddle'."

Aya's jaw dropped and he stopped his teasing movement against Yohji's cock. "Cuddle? Did you just say cuddle? You? When is the last time we just 'cuddled' in bed? I was hoping to give Yohji's big bed a trial run." Aya sighed when he realized that his lover was making sense. "You're right. We need to get up early and make several arrangements if Yohji is coming home with us." Aya turned to look Yohji in the eye. "Yohji, do you think you'd like to fly home with us to London the day after tomorrow if we get everything in order?"

Moving his hands down to his lap, Yohji began massaging Aya's leg, running one hand up the calf before trailing it down to rub the heel carefully avoiding the cut on the sole of Aya's foot.

A huge grin appeared on his face as Yohji turned to Chloé who was seated on the right side of him at the table. "Care to make a wish, Chloé? I believe the "wishbone" tradition is American but we can improvise." Just to emphasize his words, Yohji tugged at Aya's foot until he felt resistance and pulled the leg just a little more until he knew Aya could feel the stretch of muscle.

"There are just a few things I need to pack back at my place and then, I'm all yours. The majority of my stuff is the equipment I use for investigations and my bed, of course. How about, after we eat and clean up here, we go over to my place to..." he looked toward Chloé and raised an eyebrow, "...cuddle. You can tell me in the morning if the bed meets with your approval and whether or not to bother taking it with us at all. I think I'm finally done eating. Won't make any promises of the cuddling thing or not. Don't know if I have it in me, frankly."

"Don't have it in you to 'cuddle'? Now what kind of answer is that, Yohji? You mean you'd rather just have more sex?" Chloé chuckled, shaking his head. "Fine, fine. Forget I said a word then. I do like the idea of giving your bed a try tonight. Sounds like the three of us will be far more comfortable than on the bed here." He continued to massage Aya's foot, mimicking Yohji's own actions as they both teased Aya with the 'wishbone' tradition.

Aya decided he'd had enough of being the 'wishbone' and pulled his feet from his lover's laps and sat up. "I'm going to get dressed and put a few things in an overnight bag, I suggest you two do the same unless you're planning to go out dressed as you are now. Besides, I doubt either of you have 'cuddle' in your vocabulary or know how to do it. " With that, Aya gave each lover a smoldering look and left the room.

In his own defense, Yohji's brows furrowed, "Well, I am a healthy young man in his twenties with hormones to back that up. While I may be a little more 'healthy' in the libido department..." he called after Aya's retreating form.

A grin spreading across his face, he turned his attention to Chloé. "Did you see that? I like the way he so subtlety got out of helping to clean off the table and put the food away." Yohji stood and looked down at the tent in his robe threatening to split it open and sighed.

"Guess the sooner we get this done, the sooner I can get dressed and we can give my bed a 'test drive'... if I can zip my pants up around this thing without cutting some much needed blood circulation off." Without waiting for Chloé's answer, Yohji began gathering the plates and bowls from the table.

"I adore it whenever he gives me one of those looks," Chloé murmured, distracted by Aya's departure. Adjusting himself in his pants, he stood up and began to help Yohji with the clean-up. "Need a hand, Yohji," he asked, stressing the word 'hand' as he emptied the leftover food from the plates into the trash. "Or would you prefer a mouth?" he teased further, winking back at the other blond.

A surge of heat settled more firmly in his groin when he heard Chloé's husky voice make suggestive comments. Yohji put the plates and bowls he carried from the table into the sink, nearly dropping them in his haste. He took the plates from Chloé's hands, placed them on the counter before he gathered Chloé in his arms.

His mouth unerringly found the sensitive skin on Chloé's neck and began to suck, leaving a small mark there as his hips pushed into Chloé's and ground their two hard cocks together before Yohji pulled away. "There. How's my "cuddling" technique?"

Chloé's arm wrapped around Yohji's waist, preventing him from stepping away too far. His fingers found their way to the belt of Yohji's robe, "It needs work but I'll be happy to help you practice until you get it right." He loosened the belt as his hand slipped through the parted fabric to curl around Yohji's cock. "Mmmm, not bad at all. How's my technique? Maybe we should call Aya back and get him to judge?"

"Aya's back and I'll judge later.” The display that met him when he returned to the kitchen had him instantly erect. Aya went over to the two and forced his way between them while facing Yohji, " Now, enough of that, we can play when we get to your place, go get dressed. Now." Aya kissed Yohji, taking his time before reluctantly pulling back. "Go, before we never leave." Aya then turned to Chloé to give him a tongue-filled kiss before he pulled back and ordered, "And you. Go pack your bag. I want to get there some time before dawn."

Yohji's long arms wrapped around both men and pulled them closer, rubbing his cock against Aya's delectable ass, "Mmmmm. An 'Aya' sandwich on blond. Hold the mayo." Rubbing a little harder against Aya, Yohji's hands massaged Chloé's ass relishing the feel of firm muscles beneath his hands.

Watching Chloé's eyes, Yohji lowered his head and began nibbling Aya's earlobe, soothing his lovebites with tongue in between. "Yes, by all means, we need to finish here so we can 'finish' back at my place."

"What I said about cuddling, I think I've changed my mind," Chloé said, his voice low as he pressed his erection more firmly against Aya. "In fact, I know I have because all I want to do at this moment, Aya love, is lie you back on the table and fuck you senseless while Yohji's fucks me long and hard. Afterwards, we can gather our stuff and go to Yohji's."

"Chloé, it makes me so hard when you say things like that but I'm not going to change my mind. Yohji is going to be able to take it slow the first time he tops you and I think we should follow your first suggestion to get some sleep tonight." Aya wiggled his hips into Yohji's cock then thrust into Chloé's and spoke to convince himself more than his lovers as his breath caught in his throat, "We still have a few things we can explore before we go to sleep if you two get moving. Right. Now."

"I think I can do that 'long and hard' thing you're talking about, Chloé. The table's cleared off so, if Aya's willing to be the main course... I can always take it slow with you next time," Yohji panted. Thrusting his hips, Yohji's robe slipped free of the belt and opened fully, draped over his sides as he continued his little movements against the firm globes of Aya's ass. His head thrown back, Yohji's eyes closed at the friction he felt on his cock from Aya's pants. "Oh, yes. I agree with you, Aya. What a great suggestion. A quickie, you say? Aya, you did command us to "get moving," didn't you? You heard him, Chloé. We must keep him happy at all costs."

"Oh yes, excellent idea, Aya. We should definitely 'get moving', just as you said. Now. Definitely now." Chloé pressed his aching cock against the ridged line of Aya's, wishing he hadn't bothered to get dressed earlier. "Yohji is right. He can take his time when we do this again. Right now, I just want him to take me and I don't care how quick he is. As long as he fucks me, I'll be happy because I'll be doing the same to you." Chloé growled that last into Aya's ears as his fingers moved to the fastening of Aya's pants, doing his best to get them open.

Aya couldn't fight both his lovers and his traitorous body. "Then do it and do it quickly." Aya's fingers went to undo Chloé's belt and pants. Once done, he thrust his hand in and grasped his lover's swollen cock to stroke and tease all the while grinding his ass into Yohji's erection. "I want you in me, filling me while I watch Yotan doing the same to you. Now."

Groaning when Aya's ass pushed into his groin, Yohji let go of Chloé and thrust his hips moving Aya forward a step. "Let me get the lube, be right back," he said, turning quickly to rush down the hall to the bedroom to get the tube left on the nightstand. He ran back just as Aya and Chloé began moving toward the table, shirts already unbuttoned. Yohji placed the tube on the corner of the table and moved behind Chloé to help him remove his pants. He pulled the garment down Chloé's long legs and waited as he stepped out of them then threw the pants over the back of a chair before Yohji began tugging on Aya's to do the same for him. After divesting the offending clothing from Aya, Yohji used his hands to part Aya's cheeks and ran his tongue against the small pucker, flicking it a few times before he speared his tongue inside, wiggling the tip just a bit as he made his entry.

Chloé watched Yohji rim Aya and groaned, slowly fisting his already leaking cock. He stood beside the two men admiring their beauty. He wanted them both so much, he wasn't sure he could wait for much longer.

"Yo-tan, stop, I can't... I need you... Chloé... I don't care, I need one of you inside me. Now. I need to be filled." Aya pulled back from both his lovers and sat on the edge of the table. He then laid back and lifted his legs to rest a heel of each foot on either side of him, his legs spread wide. Aya reached down with both hands and parted his cheeks to show his lovers what he wanted.

Still on his knees, Yohji grabbed Chloé's hips, removed his hand from his cock before taking the hard erection into his mouth. He licked the slit while his mouth closed around the head and began to suck. After a moment, he held his breath and worked Chloé's cock further into his mouth until his nose touched the golden hair curling around the base. Working his mouth around the hard erection, Yohji coated Chloé's cock in saliva before letting it go.

Chloé moaned loudly the moment Yohji took him into his mouth, hands grabbing Yohji's hair as he closed his eyes and willed himself not to come then and there, as much as he wanted to see his blond lover swallowing his come. Another time, he promised himself.

Yohji grabbed the lube from the table, opened it and spread some onto his finger tips then applied it to Aya's hole. The rest that was left, he slid over Chloé's cock. "That should be enough, shouldn't it, Chloé? Now, turn around so I can watch as you take Aya." He looked up at Chloé with a grin on his face. Chloé, his face flushed in his excitement was - beautiful, for lack of a better term. Aya, laid out on the table with his legs spread to open himself for his lovers was equally irresistible. He wondered how Chloé had been able to hold back this long.

Once Chloé make sure his own cock was slick enough, he moved to the edge of the table, running his hands up along Aya's thighs before settling one on each of his hips and pulling him closer to the edge. Guiding his cock to Aya's entrance, he pushed slowly inside, pausing to let Aya adjust. "You feel so good, love. So very good." He cast a glance over his shoulder, finding Yohji's gaze with his own. "Yohji, I need you inside me. Now. I want to fuck, Aya, but I need you inside, fucking me."

With his back still arched from when Chloé fully sheathed himself, Aya panted and forced himself not to come while sweat trickled down his temple. Almost in a daze he glanced at Chloé and said, "I love being stretched by your cock, Chloé, but I need you to move, dammit." He turned his gaze on Yohji, his voice taking on a pleading note, "Hurry, Yohji, I need you both so badly."

Not quite sure how to do this quickly so he didn't hurt Chloé, Yohji put more lube on his fingers and began stretching Chloé's opening. Carefully working one finger in, twisting it to spread the lube inside. He removed his finger and added more lube as he remembered what it felt like to be bottom. Yohji wondered how much pain Aya was in without this preparation from Chloé but it didn't look like Aya was feeling any discomfort other than the pain of impatience. Still working his finger inside Chloé, Yohji slowly began working a second finger inside.

Chloé's cock twitched inside of Aya, eager to move, eager to fuck. But Chloé was forcing his body and Aya's to be patient as Yohji began to stretch him. Expecting only the minimal of preparation, Chloé frowned when Yohji started with only a single finger, taking his time before adding a second. It felt good, that was certain, but Chloé wanted to be filled. He wanted Yohji's cock thrusting into him as he thrust into Aya. Quick and hard, fast and furious.

"Yohji... enough. I need you. Now. Just fuck me, dammit. You don't need to take so much time. I'm not new to being a bottom, trust me. You won't hurt me. Just fuck me hard, like you said you would."

Chloé's words barely registered as Yohji's fingers found the small knot and he rubbed it a little just to watch Chloé's hips jerk in reaction. His fingers slipped out of Chloé and moved to coat his own cock with the rest of the lube on his fingers. Standing up, he lined his cock with the small pucker and slowly, carefully pushed in. After the initial resistance, Yohji felt the tight sheath loosen and he pushed in all the way in a slippery, smooth glide. A moan of pleasure escaped his throat at the hot glove that encased his cock. "Are you sure I'm not hurting you, Chloé? Oh, GODS but you feel so good," he pulled back out until only the head of his cock remained inside.

"Stop talking so much and just FUCK me, Yohji. You are not hurting me." Chloé groaned as Yohji nearly pulled all the way out of him. "Definitely not hurting me. Aya, love, are you ready now?" Without waiting for a reply, Chloé started to withdraw his own cock from Aya's body, only to stop halfway and thrust back in, causing the table to scrape across the floor.

"What the hells has been taking you two so long, I've been ready for hours!" The first hard slam into his body was not enough, but with his position, Aya couldn't do much about that. "More, Chloé! I want to feel this!"

He glanced over Chloé's shoulder to watch Yohji, his eyes closed and face lost in pleasure, it was a moment Aya intended to burn into his memory. Shifting his gaze back to his other lover, Aya brought one hand to cup Chloé's cheek while the other slipped inside his open shirt to caress his lover's chest.

When Chloé pulled partially out of Aya, he impaled himself more onto Yohji's cock. Yohji's senses were in overdrive and quickly becoming unmanageable. He decided to take Chloé at his word, his own body refused to do otherwise. Yohji reached around Chloé and hooked Aya's knees over Yohji's forearms and used it for leverage as he began pounding into Chloé's ass. With each thrust, Yohji could feel himself pushing Chloé into Aya. It felt like he was fucking Aya through Chloé. Panting breaths coming faster and faster, Yohji tried to keep from coming too soon, "Is this more what you had in mind, Chloé?" His words were accentuated with each hard push of cock into hot, willing ass.

"Yessss," Chloé hissed as he drove himself into Aya each time Yohji thrust hard into him. Yohji was fucking Aya through Chloé and Chloé was loving every moment of it. The way Yohji filled him to capacity, the way Aya clamped down on his own cock. It was utterly debauched and delicious and he knew he would never, ever tire of having these two men for lovers. "Fuck me, Yohji. Fuck us."

Aya had to close his eyes for a moment against the erotic picture of Yohji fucking Chloé above him. Just knowing that Yohji's hard cock was pounding into Chloé's ass just as Chloé was doing to him was enough to make him groan. Wrapping his hand around his own cock, he began to stroke in time with the thrusts into him. The sounds of hips slapping against hips was almost his undoing so he opened his eyes to take the focus away from that tantalizing image it brought to life. "Faster, h-harder..Yohji… Chloé... I n-need... argh... It’s not... ah... not enough."

"I'm trying, dammit," Yohji hissed through gritted teeth. His hips pistoned frantically in and out of Chloé's tight passage. Each time Chloé thrust into Aya, the muscles of his ass clamped down tight around Yohji's cock and Yohji instinctively clenched his own muscles to keep from coming before he was ready. Bending his knees a little more to give him a better angle and to add more push behind his thrusts, Yohji's left hand released Aya's leg and reached around Chloé to cup Aya's balls gently, the other leaning on the table. Keeping his bruising rhythm, his hand moved up to grasp Aya's cock, knocking Aya's hand aside. The tip was so wet from all the precome that was flowing out of it. Yohji's hand smoothed more of the slick wetness around the shaft and began to pump in time with his thrusts. "Nngh! 'M close, Chloé."

Chloé's hand joined Yohji's on Aya's cock as they jerked Aya off together. His own thrusts sped up as much as possible, driven by the brutally pleasurable rhythm Yohji had set. "Come for us, Aya," Chloé growled. "We can come together. Need to..." Chloé's voice dissolved into grunts and low moans as he lost himself in the feel of Aya's tight heat surrounding his cock and the feel of Yohji's hardness pushing into his own depths. "Oh, godssss!"

That was the last straw to Aya's endurance. He came so hard that even though his eyes were open, he couldn't see anything. It felt as if he'd stopped breathing before his pounding heart and panting breaths once more registered and his body relaxed until it just lay as if every bone had dissolved. He didn't even realize that he'd screamed both his lovers’ names over and over again until his cock had stopped squirting over his stomache.

Chloé cried out as Aya's muscles clamped down on his cock and he came, hard and pulsing, filling Aya's ass with his warm seed. He slumped over Aya, struggling to breath as his cock throbbed over and over, still aware of Yohji's cock within him, swelling further, threatening, it seemed, to tear him apart in the most wonderful way possible.

Aya's orgasm created a chain reaction. When Chloé came, he clamped down on Yohji's cock in pulses which drew his own orgasm out of him. The tightness that enveloped Yohji's cock came in waves as did he. He felt his cock swell and his balls draw up tightly to his body as his own climax overtook him in a rush of heady pleasure. Thrusting a few more times, he spent himself deep inside of Chloé, the fingers of his left hand gripping Aya's leg so fiercely, he must be leaving bruises while he tried to keep his right hand from doing the same to Aya's now softening cock. Slumping over Chloé's back, his knees like rubber, it was all Yohji could do to keep himself upright. Every time, it seemed to get better.

Finally, Yohji found the strength to straighten from Chloé's back and slowly pulled out with much regret. His cock was rapidly softening and wouldn't have remained inside Chloé's delicious heat for much longer anyway. "Can it get any better than this?" Yohji mused out loud between panting breaths. Stumbling over to the counter, Yohji grabbed the dish towel and used it to wipe himself off.

"Y-yoh..." Aya stopped to clear his sore throat, "Yohji, that's your idea of a quickie?" Aya threaded his fingers through Chloé's hair as the man still rested on his chest. "I can't believe you two couldn't wait fifteen minutes to get to Yohji's place. Now, I need to clean up again as I don't intend to use the kitchen towels like some people." Aya placed a kiss on the top of his head. "Chloé. Move."

"Do I have to?" Chloé complained as he pulled himself off of Aya and eased out of his body. "And what's this about the kitchen towels? Yohji..." He managed to tsk at the other man and shake his head in disapproval. "I think a warm, wet washcloth is in order again. Oh, and Yohji? You can fuck me anytime. You've a decidedly natural talent as a lover." Chloé held a hand out to Aya and helped him to sit up before getting back to his feet. "So the plan is to clean up, get dressed again, pack a few things then go to Yohji's place, yes?"

Looking down at the towel in his hand, Yohji grinned, "I only used a small corner of it and it'll wash." A small trickle of come was slowly leaking down Chloé's leg, a testament to Yohji's level of excitement and Chloé's allure. Walking on trembling legs, he used another corner to wipe the lube and come from Chloé's ass. "Don't get all prissy. It'll expedite the cleaning up and I promise to add bleach to make sure it's clean. Happy now?" No amount of chiding from his two lovers could dampen his mood.

Aya could only smile at Yohji’s antics while he gingerly stood on unsteady legs only to lean against the table. He pulled his shirt off and used it to clean himself before he bent to retrieve his pants and underwear. Dressed only in his socks, Aya stated, "I'm only going to say this once; you two have ten minutes to get cleaned up and ready to go or I’m locking myself in my bedroom – alone – until morning. If you're ready to leave by the allotted time, we can then go cuddle in Yohji’s bed as I assure you, I have no desire to do anything else at the moment and will take desperate measures against either one of you who tries to convince me otherwise."

Aya stopped and gave a brief but passionate kiss to each of his lovers before he headed for the bathroom once again. He wondered if he needed to bring along his katana to prove that he meant what he said but Aya had a feeling that Chloé realized he meant business and would caution Yohji to behave. Aya was positive that Chloé was rather fond of the bits that Aya would be tempted to remove if either man tried anything more tonight. Maybe this was going to work out after all, he thought with a smile.

*****

Note on Chloe's real name: Chloe's real name was created by us, the
writers of this story, using what little information there was
available in the Weiss Side B manga. In the manga, the readers are
given a pronunciation of Chloe's real first name and surname, and only
an initial for his middle name. Going by that pronunciation and using
sources for actual Romanian names, we came up with the name Eduard
Rica Kuronescu. "Or Edward as the English prefer" as Chloe said. We
are in no way saying that we think we're absolutely correct, and you
will find other spellings of his name by other authors.

A little treat from all of us to all of you. Created by P. L. Nunn.

Previous Chapter Epilogue

Return