Log - Atobe, Shishido, Tezuka 3some Part 1

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Date: Late Sunday night
Rating: this whole log is practically PWP, but the first half is rated H for handjob.
Summary: Shishido still can't sleep and goes for a walk, and he walks in on more than he bargained for when he finds Atobe and Tezuka making out. Empathic powers run wild and Shishido gets a chance to find out just how gay he is.



Shishido had been staring at the floor as he hung half off his bed, wings flapping idly, for the past forty-three minutes. Although it was pitch black in his room, he had still managed trce all the little patterns on his carpet four times, thanks in part to his improved eyesight but also by the fact that he couldn’t get back to sleep. With a growl of annoyance, he rolled out of bed and stretched. Maybe he could take a walk and see if that tired him out, or with luck, someone else might be up.

Not bothering to dress or put on shoes, as he really doubted he would run across anyone anyways, Shishido slipped out of his room in a pair of rumpled boxers, tangled loose hair and ruffled wings. At this time in the night… or was it morning, he really didn’t care about his looks – He just wanted sleep or to not die of boredom.

Wandering around the halls, Shishido was starting to think this was a pointless exercise until he heard noise. Following the source of it he found himself standing in front of Atobe’s room, with a soft glow around the edges telling him the lights were on. Perhaps he was having difficulties sleeping too and had started watching TV. Not wanting to go back to his room and do nothing Shishido threw open Atobe’s door without even knocking, it wasn’t his fault if the Ego didn’t remember to lock his door. “Hey Atobe, mind if I join you. I couldn’t sle –“ Shishido cut off abruptly finally taking in the scene before him. Atobe was definitely not watching tv. “eep.” He finished up lamely as the door clicked shut behind him.

Shishido didn’t notice it though, he was still standing there, mouth slightly open and staring at the two people on the bed. He really should learn to knock.

Jolting out of what he was doing when he recognized another person in the room, Atobe mentally cursed not locking the door. Or was it Tezuka that didn't lock the door? Damn it he couldn't remember. Forgetting about keeping himself upright, Atobe fell completely on the bed, wide-eyed. "Damn it Ryou, can't you knock?"

Following Atobe's gaze, or trying to, since without his glasses everything looked pretty much the same, just blurs of different colours, Tezuka managed to bestow a pretty impressive glare on the flesh-coloured blob by the door. Until he noticed the white reaching up and out behind it. That, he was sure, hadn't been there earlier. He was also sure that the vision he'd had a few weeks ago was at least partly true. Although he wasn't sure that was really a good thing.

If he had been anyone else, or perhaps just not under the combined efforts of his own and Atobe's projected lust, there was every chance Tezuka would have blushed. To be caught by the enemy, so to speak, inside their home and in a compromising position wasn't something he would ever have wanted. And he couldn't even blame his foresight for not warning him, because it had. Instead, he reached out to the bedside table in order to fetch his glasses and take a proper look at the newcomer.

Hm... attractive, at least as much so as Atobe, and probably almost as arrogant with it. The wings were stunning, too. If it hadn't been for the gawping expression on his face, and the boxers, he would have looked like a painting brought to life. And that was not one of Tezuka's own feelings (he didn't think, anyway), which meant Atobe was still projecting.

“Can’t you?” Shishido retorted finally getting his brain to work again. Yes he had just walked into a very awkward situation but it wasn’t like it was too late to leave or anything, all he had to do was turn around and go. But for some reason he found himself taking another step into the room. Why did his body never listen to his mind?

“Your playmate doesn’t look like a Brotherhood student there Atobe. Fraternizing with the enemy?” Shishido grinned at the both of them, quickly taking in the bespectacled man who was actually just as stunning as Atobe. And the half pulled off shirt was really a nice artistic touch to the scene and what the hell was he thinking? He shot a glare at Atobe who he completely blamed for this whole scenario. His wings fanned out around him in irritation at himself, He should be heading towards the door, not towards the bed of sin and evil and were Atobe’s nipples really that perfect dusty rose colour? Shit, what was wrong with him? He shot Atobe another glare for good measure but found he just kept getting distracted by the Ego’s mouth. He was doomed.

A small scowl graced Atobe's face when Shishido showed no intention of leaving. Not only was it horribly embarrassing, it was that they had been interrupted and chances were Tezuka would leave. This would all result in an unsatisfying evening to say the least. And damn it Shishido didn't look appealing either. "I'd been 'fraternizing' with Tezuka long before either of us came into these schools."

Despite his words, Atobe could feel the warm pulse of lust surging through his veins. The odd tightness he felt in his own skin. Something alarming whizzed around his skull, telling him something was wrong. Atobe could do nothing however, his eyes unfocusing for a second watching as the red waves of passion floated around them.

What. The hell. Was going on? He'd just been caught in a compromising position with his lover by the damned enemy! By all rights he should be leaving as fast his pride would let him, but instead he was perfectly still, admiring the looks of the stranger who had caught them. This was not a normal reaction for him (not that he'd ever been in the situation before).

Without even realising it Tezuka leaned closer over Atobe's prone form, head still turned to watch Shishido in the doorway. Being so close to Atobe probably wasn't helping though, because the closer he got, the closer he wanted to be. And surely it couldn't be him who wanted to invite Shishido to join them. That just wasn't something he would ever do.

Shishido’s eyes tracked the movement of the two on the bed hungrily, as he listened to Atobe. “Not like I’m one to judge,” He shrugged thinking vaguely of Ohtori before the scene in front of him took over his senses once again. “though it’s impolite not to introduce your guest” He took another couple steps toward the bed, casually running a hand through his hair to straighten it out.

Shishido could feel his body heating up and the stirrings of arousal in his boxers, his body was telling him that the way the two were on the bed was damn hot and his lower body unhelpfully added in damn fuckable, and Shishido’s mind was quickly telling him that being straight was boring anyway. And while he was filled with raging hormones he was quite sure they weren’t that out of control. “Are you empathicking me again?” Shishido questioned, knowing full well the term was projecting but the small rise empahticking was likely to get out of Atobe was too good to pass it up. Besides that look he got in his eyes when he was mad was incredibly sexy.

Atobe flushed a deep pink. Mental shields were the last thing on his mind while he was preparing to get laid and in result was happily projecting every inch of lust he held in his body. The wave of deep red extended to the other two and bounced back to him in a never ending cycle, and damn it Atobe couldn't get off on just that feeling. As it was he had two attractive males in the room with him and had no plans of finishing the job himself.

Dilated pupils narrowed as Atobe heard that annoying word that dragged itself over his skin before digging violently into his ears. "Projecting…" He croaked smoothly, "and yes, I am."

As if that wasn't plainly obvious, some small, practical part of Tezuka's mind commented blandly, even as his body ignored it. The lust flooding through him, his own or not, was overwhelming everything. As always happened when he was with Atobe, there wasn't a coherent thought in his mind. Not that there needed to be. Atobe and his winged friend seemed to be having enough for a conversation that didn't involve him.

Turning his attention from the boy in the doorway back to Atobe, Tezuka smirked ever so slightly. There were much more interesting things to pay attention to than conversations, anyway. Like the fact that Atobe was sprawled out beneath him, that faint hint of annoyance in his eyes. Dipping his head down slightly, Tezuka lapped at the base of Atobe's throat, his entire focus on the taste of the skin there, and the other boy's reactions.

Well that wasn’t as helpful as he thought it would be. He now knew that all the emotions he was feeling weren’t his own, but they all felt real. And there was no way he was going to be able to separate them all, and to be honest he didn’t want to; Not when Atobe was directing that annoyed glare at him.

He took another step forward, and his breath caught in his throat momentarily as Atobe’s smooth, pale neck was kissed by the stranger. Now that was sexy. And somewhere in the back of his mind Shishido knew that if he didn’t turn around and leave now, he probably wasn’t going to. He hesitated a moment and then moved another step forward, nearly at the bed now. “You still haven’t introduced us.” He said, his voice sounding a bit more breathless than he would have liked.

"Damn it…" Since when had Tezuka become so bold? Never mind that it was the biggest turn on in the world. Rolling his hips up slowly, he arched his head back, velvet strands moving back in a wave. Why was it appealing when Shishido was doing nothing but looking at them? But that look, that look that showed exactly where his mind was.

Flicking out a tongue to lightly wet his lips, Atobe spent the next couple of moments figuring out what he was going to say. "You're big boys." It wasn't on his face, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. "You should be able to do it yourselves."

Dimly Tezuka was aware of Atobe speaking, could feel the vibrations against his lips, but he neither knew nor cared what the words were. Not when the other boy was moving like that beneath him. Barely sparing a thought for the winged youth moving closer to them, he traced a path down Atobe's chest with lips, tongue and teeth. There were far better things to be doing than talking.

As he stood there watching Atobe, Shishido could feel the fire burning in his own eyes as he devoured the sight before him. He probably would have been more upset at Atobe’s refusal to introduce him to his partner, but the fact that he told them to introduce themselves gave Shishido the somewhat intimidating opinion that Atobe was inviting him to join them. “Bastard.” He muttered, though he wasn’t really complaining, especially as his breath was stolen by the sight of Atobe rolling his hips up against the taller man.

Shishido tore his eyes away from Atobe and looked at the bespectacled guy. How did one properly introduce themselves in this situation? They definitely didn’t teach proper etiquette for initiating a threesome in school. And before his mind could freeze and derail at the thought of having an all male threesome, his wings ruffled and he let out a small gasp as Atobe’s partner started kissing a trail down his chest.

Deciding that thinking was highly overrated when he was this turned on, Shishido closed the space between them. “Shishido Ryou,” He said in a demanding but husky voice. He was getting tired of being ignored, “And you are?” He ran a finger down the brunette’s neck, testing the waters.

Automatically Tezuka leaned into the touch, breaking away from Atobe to regard Shishido once more. This time the words made it through the haze of lust clouding his mind, most likely thanks to the distraction Shishido provided. "Tezuka Kunimitsu," he murmured, voice almost a purr.

Running his gaze across the slender form, Tezuka smirked slightly. He really was as attractive as Atobe, after all. Maybe even more so. Lifting himself off of Atobe slightly, Tezuka ran his fingers down Shishido's chest, trailing them lightly across the waistband of his boxers.

Finally some attention from the other man, Tezuka, and it was actually nice. He had half feared that Tezuka would just ignore him or tell him to leave. But as the hand traced down his chest, he realised that he had both partners’ blessings to join in on the fun. He gasped as the fingers brushed sensitive skin, causing his wings to fan slightly. “Tezuka.” He breathed, testing out the new name, as he moved closer to him, wanting more contact than just the teasing fingers along the band of his boxers.

It was like a drop. As if Atobe had been released from the warm waves of an artificial sea, able to breath, able to see. Almost as if he'd fallen out of a dream, still lavished with the remains of ecstasy. At that moment, Atobe felt like a big clichéd cat. He wanted to bathe himself in wisps of heat that floated around him.

Opening his eyes, Atobe was faced with one of the sexiest images he'd ever seen. "Well…"

At the sound of Atobe's voice, Tezuka turned to face him, hand still lingering on Shishido's abdomen, trailing against the other boy's groin as he moved down to kiss Atobe.

Shishido sucked in a sharp breath at the contact against his crotch. Looking down at Atobe, who was thoroughly kissing Tezuka, he once again how hot they looked and moved further onto the bed - Hoping to steal some more attention for himself. Deciding the best way to do this would be to get further involved, he ran slightly shaking hands up Tezuka’s arm and gently tugged on the undone shirt. Leaning forward, Shishido tentatively licked at the newly exposed shoulder blade, gently nipping at the skin.

Gasping into the kiss, Tezuka arched his back at Shishido's hesitant touches, pressing himself against Atobe before breaking their kiss. The hand that had been tracing the winged boy's chest came up to tangle in long hair, gently tugging until he could turn slightly and kiss him.

Shishido was slowly working on leaving a mark on Tezuka’s shoulder blade, humming occasionally at the touches on his chest and waves of pleasurable emotions surrounding him. He was just about to move further down Tezuka’s back when he felt a hand tangle in his hair, and with a slight moan found himself being thoroughly kissed by the Ryuhana student. He was a very good kisser. Shishido was used to kissing females, who were a bit more timid and liked when he took control, Tezuka was no girl and kissing him was intoxicating. His tongue was demanding and he knew exactly what he wanted, it made his head spin.

Shishido lost himself into the kiss, pressing his body closer to Tezuka’s and holding onto his shoulders for support. He was feeling a little overwhelmed but even more turned on by the fact that he knew Atobe was watching their every move.

And Atobe was enjoying it too. It was not true that he always needed to be bathed in attention and adoration (not that he would complain). It was strange to watch two other people make-out in front of you. It was nothing like watching porn. Of course it was nothing like watching porn, (not that Atobe watched porn in the first place). There was something more… exquisite to it.

"I see you've gotten to know each other." Atobe smirked, wrapping his arms around Tezuka. As fun as watching was, he was not going miss out on this.

Some distant part of Tezuka was telling him that this was a bad idea, that there was absolutely no way he should be contemplating a threesome with someone he had literally just met, let alone doing it. Yet, with both bodies pressed so tightly against him, with shared desire flooding his senses, the idea of leaving was infinitely worse.

Breaking from the kiss with Shishido, he turned to look at Atobe once more, smiling down at the other boy. "Jealous?" he asked, managing to somehow maintain a level note in his voice despite the situation.

"Jealous? Ore-sama?" Kissing Tezuka's skin lightly, Atobe smirked. "I would never dream of it."

Still holding onto Tezuka for support, Shishido randomly nibbled on exposed flesh as he listened to the exchange between the two. He still felt a bit nervous and out of his element but the lust circulating in the room and his own stubbornness to never give up motivated him to keep going and enjoy this. “Hey Atobe,” He said looking around Tezuka to the dirty blonde, “You might not get jealous, but does Tezuka?” He asked with a mischievous look in his eyes. If forced under duress and torture he would admit that he had often wondered what it would be like to kiss the walking Ego, and what better time than now to test it out. Moving around to Atobe’s side, he leaned over to find out just how good a kisser Atobe really was.

Taking in the gentle pressure on his lips, Atobe moved closer, parting his own rosy lips. Slipping his tongue into the other mutant's mouth sensuously, he gave everything he could reach a thorough lick before pulling away. Smirking at Shishido, Atobe turned his head to Tezuka. "What do you say?"

If he had been jealous before, he certainly wasn't now, not when he could be witness to something like that. "I think, just this once, I'd be willing to share," Moving closer to Atobe, to take Shishido's place and prove that Atobe was still his, no matter what he said, Tezuka found himself shivering slightly at the feel of something impossibly soft against the bare skin of his back. Shishido's wings.

The smirk Shishido was wearing quickly faded as he let out a breathless moan as his wings were brushed against. His feathers ruffled and he felt a shiver of pleasure course through his body. “Ah.. Tezuka.” He said spreading his wings toward the other in hope of more of that tantalizing touch. If that’s what he felt at just a passing caress, imagine what a more solid touch would feel like. He normally cursed his over sensitive wings, but for once, he was thinking that they had some advantages.

Distracted once again from Atobe by Shishido, Tezuka turned to face the winged boy fully, reaching out to gently trace the edge of one wing. The feathers really were amazingly soft, and such a pure shade of white. Shifting on the bed to follow the line of the wing, he found himself behind the other boy, almost without noticing. The reactions he had witnessed, every whimper, sigh and moan, every shuddering breath, had made him curious about something. Leaning close to Shishido's back, Tezuka ran his lips and tongue along the base of one wing, feeling that luxurious texture against his cheek, just to see how the other would react.

Shishido fisted the sheets as he knelt over and buried his head into the soft material, no longer able to support his own weight. He moaned heatedly as Tezuka finally reached the base of his wings, and then began to lick there. Somewhere in the back of his head, his mind was telling him he was acting like a wanton slut again, but he was only a teenaged male, and it really felt too good to put up any protest when there wasn’t any valid reason. “More” He whimpered as his wings fanned out to encourage more of the caressing. Tilting his head, he looked up over at Atobe with cloudy lust filled eyes, wanting to touch the empath but unable to do much more than writhe where he was and try not to collapse completely. “Atobe,” He gasped, hoping the other might come to him instead.

Incredibly sexy: two words that summed up the sight before him pretty damn well. Shaking his head at the apparent need Shishido was looking at him with, Atobe smirked. "Tsk, tsk. Have you no self-control?" Going over to someone else was not what Atobe Keigo did but, like Tezuka, under these circumstances he supposed he could make an exception.

Shifting over, Atobe ran a hand over Shishido's cheek, before gripping the chin. He leant in and hovered his lips over the winged-boy's. "Yes?"

“Bastard.” Shishido muttered into the sheets before Atobe had reached him, of course he had no control; it wasn’t as if he had practice at this sort of thing. And up until now he had never truly been in a sexual situation with wings, and the ecstasy they brought him wasn’t something he really wanted to spend time controlling, at least not while his head was spinning.

Although that didn’t stop Shishido from trying to act as if he wasn’t completely desperate as Atobe forced his gaze up. But any feeble attempt he had managed at looking somewhat composed was shattered as Tezuka continued the assault on his wings. He gasped and without answering, closed the space between them to steal a kiss. Desperately needing more contact, he managed to wrap an arm around Atobe’s neck, moaning into the kiss.

After making his way up the base of one wing, Tezuka traced a path of nipping kisses towards the other. Dimly he wondered if it would be possible to make Shishido come just by playing with his wings. It would certainly be something to explore if he got the chance later, but right now, it would probably be cruel to try. Smiling slightly against the sensitive wing joint, he snaked a hand around Shishido's waist, slipping it beneath the waistband of his boxers to take hold of his erection.
Shifting up, Atobe smirked at Tezuka's actions. Sometimes the younger boy was such a tease. Not that most people knew, Atobe thought, his smirk widening.

Thrusting his tongue into the other's mouth violently, the diva pulled away. He traced a slim finger down Shishido's lips and down to his chin to keep it up. Leaning close, he nipped at a smooth bronze cheek, leaving faint pink lines. "Are you sure you are worthy of us?" Another nip. "Ore-sama does not serve you." Atobe had no desire to be served though. It would please him if Shishido sucked Tezuka off. A satisfied grin, my, that is an appealing image.

Shishido’s hips bucked forward at the touch and the following moan allowed Atobe to attack his mouth. If they didn’t let up, he was going to come any second and that just wouldn’t be fair. He did his best to focus on what Atobe was saying and nodded, letting out a hoarse ‘yes’ and agreeing to whatever it was Atobe wanted. One thing was for sure, it was certainly something naughty, because the feelings driving into him from the dirty blonde were causing him to writhe against Tezuka’s grip that much more.

It was easy to classify a feeling just by noticing how it hit you. Gone was the gentle breeze that Atobe used to feel, the calm wave that rotated around him whenever Tezuka was near. This feeling of being wrapped around and around in thick quilts, was not an unpleasant feeling either, Atobe didn't mind at all.

A hum escaped the empath as he rolled his body with another wave. "If you say so."

Tezuka’s grip on him was strong and quick, and with the feathery touches to his wings and the swirl of lust floating around them thanks to the empath there was no way Shishido was going to be able to hold out. “Ah, Tez-zuka!” He gasped and grabbing onto Atobe for support he came hard. Wings fanned out and he bit down on Atobe’s shoulder as he moaned and shuddered. He was starting to think it wasn’t going to end as he could feel his own emotions of release coming back on him through Atobe’s power. Finally, it subsided until all that was left was little shivers running along his body and up his spine from how intense that had been. He slumped in a boneless heap where he was, trusting the other two to support him. “Wow” he finally managed to croak out and that was really the only thing going through his mind.

Dark eyes snapped closed as Shishido's feelings were reflected back at Tezuka, courtesy of Atobe's empathy. He had known, coming into this, that he would be flooded with emotions that weren't his own, but he had never experienced anything this intense. Then again, he had never had the emotions of three people swirling around him before.

Half-supporting himself against Shishido's back, careful of his wings, he wrapped one arm around the boy's waist, holding him up. Taking his other hand from Shishido's boxers he brought it up to his lips and tasted the warm sticky liquid before offering his hand to Atobe to do the same.

Atobe was stilling buzzing with the waves around him. Opening his eyes he found a handful of liquid. And he knew what it was. Leaning over Atobe flicked his tongue over it quickly. Had he just lapped at Tezuka's hand? "My, tonight certainly is full of surprises..." He murmured before he dipped a finger in the liquid, running it over Tezuka's cheek before licking at it sensuously.

Giving out a small 'hm' once he was finished, Atobe laid down on the bed once more, eyebrow raised. "Well? Are you finished?"

Shishido gave a small whimper as Tezuka’s hand withdrew, even though he was still held in the other’s embrace. He felt lethargic but at the same time he realised he was still feeling horribly horny. He also noticed that the two lovers were ignoring him for the moment, but that was ok with him, he really needed a little bit of time to recover, it was even too much effort to flap his wings that hung limply at his sides. “I’m sticky.” He finally said, slumping further onto the bed without Atobe to add extra support. Shishido was convinced the two of them had broke his brain because really, being sticky was the least of his concerns but the thought of ‘wow’ was still circulating in his head.

In fact, his head was still swimming in his own pleasure that he didn’t even hear Atobe’s comments. If he had Shishido most certainly would have agreed that the night was filled with surprises because there was no way under normal circumstances he would have allowed a hand job from a guy and would still be feeling horribly turned on and wanting more. Instead of these thoughts though he just made a futile effort to rid himself of his boxers and watched the other two and the attractive image they made.

Smirking slightly Tezuka tucked still sticky fingers under Atobe's chin, gripping lightly and tilting the older boy's face towards him to kiss him deeply over Shishido's shoulder. After a few long moments he broke away to meet Atobe's eye, "I think so, why? Do you have something in mind?"

Feather light fingers ghosted over Tezuka's skin, the owner smiled slowly. "It seems to me," Atobe gave a pointed look down, though he could barely see anything. "That he owes you a favour." He gave the younger boy a smirk and lowered his lips to Shishido's shoulder, returning the bite the boy had given to him. "Na, Ryou?"

Shishido had finally managed to get his breathing under control and his limbs weren’t feeling nearly as heavy, though some of the weight could be explained by Tezuka leaning over him to reach Atobe. Which under normal circumstances he would complain about, but this was clearly not normal, he knew this because he had no desire to argue with Atobe about whatever it was he was asking about, if someone did you a favour you repaid them, that made enough sense. “Yes, and… don’t call me that.” He said, shifting slightly so that he could see Atobe better and try to understand what he was up to. His mind still felt fogged with lust and it was hard to focus on things like words.

"You like it," Atobe replied easily, not giving it a second thought. Lifting his fingers to caress Tezuka's face he dipped his head close for another soft, ice cream kiss. Slowly moving a hand to stroke Shishido's what? Arm? Chest? Leg? For all Atobe cared it could be his foot.

Removing his hand from the bespectacled boy's face, the diva trailed it downwards, cool fingers slipping down a hot chest. Rolling his tongue in Tezuka's mouth, he pressed down hard, but not hard enough, onto the bulge in Tezuka's pants. "What do you want, Tezuka?"

Tezuka gasped at the touch, arching his hips up to increase the contact. "Keigo..." the word was half a moan, the boy unaware he had even used Atobe's given name. He was almost tempted to return the favour for his long-term lover, but he had the feeling Atobe had something specific in mind. Tilting his head down he pressed a soft kiss to Shishido's shoulder, glancing up to meet Atobe's eyes and speaking with his lips against warm skin, "It seems like there's something you want, so why don't we go with that?" It was a good thing he trusted Atobe, really.

His body shuddering with a slight laugh, Atobe broke away from the other two and made himself comfortable on the bed. "Perhaps I would like to indulge in my voyeuristic tendencies?"

It was with supreme restraint that Tezuka managed not to roll his eyes at Atobe's comment; did he have to make everything into a mini-drama? "What do you want to see, Atobe?" Within moments, though, his mild annoyance was swallowed by the lust filling the room.

Atobe smirked. Blunt it would have to be. "I think I'd like to see if he gives better…" He paused for a second, as if the term was foreign to him. "head."

End of Part 1