Log - Atobe, Shishido, Tezuka

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Date: Takes place the morning after the 3some - so October 31st, early morning.
Rating: PG-13 for Shishido's dirty mouth and sexual talk.
Summary: Life isn't bliss and roses after the threesome, and all three boys have different ways of dealing with the night before fleeing.



The bed was warmer than it should have been. That was the first thing Tezuka noticed upon waking, the second being the fact that said heat was caused by two other bodies with him. And that just wasn't right. Especially since he had absolutely no idea who the winged guy even was, let alone why they were in bed together.

Closing his eyes again, he tried to will the situation into being only a bad dream but ended up bringing back memories of the previous night. Memories he could have done without, thank you very much. At least he could remember the name now. Shishido.

Opening his eyes once more, he found himself faced with the same blurry image as before. Which left him with a dilemma, how was he supposed to get out of the bed without waking either of the people draped across him. And that, conveniently, meant he didn't have to think about the fact that there were two people draped over him, or why they were there.

Shishido was partly awake, his body wasn’t used to getting a lot of sleep anymore and having slept through part of the night his internal clock was telling him it was time to get up and do things before the morning got too late. But he was comfortable and didn’t want to open his eyes. Instead he snuggled further onto the bed, enjoying how warm it felt beneath him… and that’s when Shishido snapped open his eyes. Beds weren’t supposed to be warm, breathing and feel like human skin. Forcing his eyes to focus past the sleepiness of just waking he spotted blond hair and recognized the shape as Atobe. Ok, that was weird, but he could work with that.

It was the body he was currently snuggling up to that had him worried. Looking up he stared into a face that he vaguely remembered but couldn’t quite place. Wracking his memory his eyes slowly started to widen as memories came flooding back from last night. Crap! That wasn’t just a dream. Shishido’s wings ruffled and he tried to shift away, a task made difficult by the fact that he had entwined himself around the other two occupants while asleep. Shit. This wasn’t good.

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! Shishido was awake. So much for getting out of there before either of the others woke. Luckily Atobe was still sleeping, and likely to stay that way for quite some time. Voice much calmer than he actually felt, most likely from shock at the situation, Tezuka turned to Shishido, "Good morning."

Good morning? Tezuka called this a good morning? Well yeah, he probably would, as he managed to not only have his boyfriend but him as well last night. That didn’t mean Shishido had to return the greeting and he certainly wasn’t about to act so calm about this. “Oh shut up.” He groaned instead. Yeah so he wasn’t really a virgin since he had slept with a girl, and he wasn’t girly enough to think his first time with a guy should be filled with candles and rose petals. But crap! A random threesome with some stranger and Atobe was not how he planned to first have sex with a guy. Well, he hadn’t really planned on anything since he was still trying to figure out if he’d be able to go through with it. But hey! At least he had that question answered.

Flapping his wings in irritation, Shishido finally managed to untangle his legs, doing his best to ignore the dried sticky fluids that were caked on his stomach, thighs and more private areas. Because if he did think about that, he’d think about how they got there and his mind this early in the morning was not ready to handle the fact that he let Atobe fuck him. Shit. He just thought about it.

What he really needed to do was get away as quickly as possible. Pulling himself off of Tezuka and away he went to move off the bed, but his one foot was tangled in the sheets and somehow, with wings flapping, managed to fall off the side of the bed in heap. “Damnit.” He cursed; trying to flee the bedroom with some dignity still in tact seemed to be failing.

Shishido's fall did serve some purpose though, it gave Tezuka the room to extract himself from Atobe and get up. Which meant he would be able to get to his clothes, and clothes were always good in situations such as this. They served to give him something to think about that didn't involve sex with Atobe and a random stranger. He could even use it to overlook Shishido's rudeness.

Muttering to himself, Shishido managed to get untangled and to stand. Shaking out his wings, happy to note that they were still functioning despite the ungainly fall on to them. He did frown when he saw just how ruffled they were though, that results of a rowdy night undoubtedly. Casting a quick glance at the still sleeping Atobe on the bed he then shifted his eyes to Tezuka. Who was currently searching for his clothes to put on by the looks of it.

“Running away?” Shishido asked raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms in front of his chest. Yes he was naked, and while it was a bit awkward, he was proud enough of his body to not mind, and if his memory served him right, Tezuka was already quite familiar with his body. Besides, unlike Tezuka he didn’t have anything to change into. He wasn’t about to but his boxers back on because that would just be gross. He’d have to scrounge things from Atobe’s wardrobe if he wanted to sneak back to his own room without too many weird looks.

"No. Unlike you I don't live here." Clothes, clothes... somewhere in this room he knew he had clothes, they shouldn't be too hard to find, especially not compared to what Atobe owned. And speaking of, would he wake up soon? It wasn't likely on a normal occasion, but Tezuka would feel guilty about leaving without at least saying goodbye, despite the circumstances.

Finally finding his boxers, he slipped them on and moved back towards the bed, brushing the hair out of Atobe's face. Asleep you would never know he was capable of something like what had happened last night. The something that he was not thinking about, thank you very much.

Shishido watched Tezuka scramble around the room with a frown on his face. He was not amused by the other guy at all. “And that’s your excuse for running away? Would you have even said anything if I hadn’t woken up?” Shishido asked wondering what had happened to the caring person he had seen in the middle of the … the thing last night. “Oh wait, you still haven’t said anything.” Shishido glowered at Tezuka as he bent over Atobe. Stupid Atobe with his stupid projecting.

Fingers still resting lightly against Atobe's warm skin Tezuka half-turned towards Shishido, his voice and expression much calmer than they should have been, some distant part of him observed, "Would you have in the same situation?" because honestly, no, he wouldn't have. If possible, he would have liked to avoid any confrontations, even if it did mean being classed as a jerk or a coward.

Shishido bristled at the question, his wings flapping in agitation. He was not going to let himself be classed into the same box of the insensitive jerk in front of him. “Yes. Fuck yes.” He said heatedly. “Shit it would be awkward and hell if I’d know what to say, but how could someone just do… do that,” At this he gestured to the bed because he still couldn’t bring himself to say aloud what really happened. “And not say anything?!” Shishido knew he couldn’t but maybe that was because this meant more to him than some night of debauchery gone wrong. Was he really just some third party member to be used and tossed aside the next day like he didn’t matter? Because damn it, that hurt.

"To avoid a situation like this." Just why was he being so calm about this? Rightfully, Tezuka knew he should be just as agitated as Shishido, whether he showed it or not, but all he had was the same emotional blank he had after a vision. It was almost like the previous night had sapped him of any emotion he might have had left over.

Calmly he left Atobe's side, gathering and putting on his clothes as he went. Once fully dressed he grabbed the small bag of possessions he'd had with him for the past two weeks and made for the door, pausing only to say, "And if you keep making as much noise are you'll wake the entire house. I'm sure neither of us want that."

“Wait! Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” Shishido said swiftly moving between the door and Tezuka. He had watched the other get dressed while he tried to collect his thoughts but the only thing that happened was he found himself getting angrier and angrier at himself, Tezuka, Atobe and this whole situation. “I’ll talk as loud as I damn well want to. If they didn’t hear me last night, I doubt they’ll hear me now!” Ok, so maybe he was approaching the slightly hysterical side, but it’s not everyday you woke up naked on a bed with two other guys in the same condition. “Shit! Was I just some added bonus you used to get yourself off better last night?! Only cowards fuck someone and then run away in the early morning!” His wings flapped behind him as he clenched his fists. He’d really be all to happy to punch Tezuka right now. But yelling at an unconscious person wasn’t all that much fun.

Tezuka really did not have time for this, not if he wanted to get back to Ryuhana on time. Frowning slightly at Shishido, all he did was shake his head, "I need to leave, Shishido. Before you draw too much attention. Unlike you I do not want to be caught in Atobe's room first thing in the morning."

“Fuck you!” Shishido yelled glaring up at Tezuka. “You think I care about your precious reputation or how you need to sneak back to your pansy school?!” His wings were fanned out behind him and ruffling as he spoke. He was upset, ashamed, confused, angry and really Tezuka was the perfect target for all this frustration.

“You two bastards seduce me, molest me… That was my first time with a guy and it was a fucking threesome and now you’re just going to run away?!!” That was not a tear running down his face. He was just angry, there was no reason to get teary eyed. It’s not like he was saving himself for anyone or anything. Maybe he just needed to get a hot shower and some more sleep.

Shishido's swarm of emotions seemed to vibrating through the entire room, or at least Atobe could feel his body shaking unpleasantly. He was exhausted after last night, not used to handling such extreme emotion, he felt like a radio station that had been used up completely. As a result, he shields were non-existent, not a trace left.

Moaning at the sudden entourage of anger, both verbally and emotionally, the empath could feel the telltale signs of a headache creeping into his brain. (Though it wasn't quite creeping, more like rampaging and destroying everything in its path.) Sitting up, not shivering as the warm blanket that had been draped across his body fell to his waist, Atobe ignored how tired his body was, focusing completely on the massive headache that appeared to be attempting so shove his brain through his skull. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He snapped, rubbing his head, one wary eye shooting the two a glare. Atobe needed his beauty sleep after all.

Rubbing at his temple, where a headache of his own was forming, Tezuka regarded Atobe, "What is wrong, Atobe, is that I am trying to leave, and having trouble doing so." Well, the capacity to feel emotion seemed to be returning, though why it had to be anger he felt, he had no idea. "Of course, if you had better control of your powers this situation would have been avoided in the first place. And," he turned back to Shishido, eyes flashing dangerously, "as I recall, you were the one who invited yourself to join us not the other way around. Don't try to lay the blame for your mistakes on me."

Shishido was shaking with suppressed anger and the only reason he wasn’t jumping at Tezuka to pummel him was because he didn’t want to have to touch the other, especially when he was still naked. “So now it’s my fault I can’t resist Atobe’s stupid projecting?!” It was a sign of how angry Shishido was that he actually used the correct term for Atobe’s powers. “Hell, you’re the one with all the practice dealing with his powers. You think you could have looked past the lust for one minute and went, ‘No you aren’t in your right mind so get lost?’ But oh, sorry, that would have required you to be unselfish.” His hand gestures were getting a bit wild, and his wings were flapping with every arm movement.

Then Shishido turned to Atobe and glared, hoping that he was feeling every ounce of anger and frustration he was. “And don’t even start the pity me and my powers routine. I’m not in the mood.”

... Shishido was right, he should be able to resist Atobe's powers, but he had been as much under their sway the previous night as the other. What did that say about their relationship? How much of what he had felt since meeting him again was really his own?

"... I can't," he told Shishido quietly, not happy to reveal this weakness, but not caring enough to stop himself from saying so, "I can't resist Atobe's powers any more than you can."

Joy of joys, Shishido was having a tantrum. With a sigh he leaned back and settled comfortably in his bed, honestly he had no qualms with what had happened the night before. Other than the fact that his head was throbbing, but that was only a minor setback. Unfortunately, it seemed the other two had different ideas, and Atobe was content to not participate and focus on getting rid of his headache. However, being accused of doing all of last night himself wasn't something he wanted to hear.

"Pardon?" He wasn't completely sure if the spark of annoyance in him was his own, not that it mattered right now. "Of course, it's only my fault that I'm blessed with this ability, isn't it? Same as it's your fault that you have wings spouting out of your back, or that you," he was referring to Tezuka now, "can see the horrors the future holds, isn't it?" Ouch, sarcasm. Atobe knew he was going to look back at that and wince. But right now, he was happy with giving his associates a chilling glare, ready to kick them out if need be. How dare Shishido waltz into his room, join something he wasn't invited to join, and then blame Atobe.

Oh wonderful, now Atobe was behaving like a child too. This really was not what he needed. And how kind of Atobe to bring up the very things he had come to him in order to forget. "Perhaps, but at least our mutations don't manage to ruin peoples' lives in the way yours does." And with that parting remark he stepped around a suitably distracted Shishido and made his way out of the rabbit warren that served as the Brotherhood's headquarters.

Atobe and Shishido could sort out the rest of this mess by themselves.

Shishido’s wings were bristling again in agitation at what Atobe was saying to him. Under normal circumstances, he would never have joined in on the duo. Hell, he probably would have blushed horribly and fled back to his comfortable little spot of denial, that the threesome last night had completely destroyed. Shishido still hadn’t figured out if that was a good or bad side effect from the event. He was opening his mouth to protest Atobe’s stupidity when Tezuka cut him off. As the taller teen pushed past him he was too much in shock to react. Barely moving out of the way in time so that the door didn’t hit his wings as the door opened then closed.

Feeling some of his anger drain away with Tezuka’s absence and the complete shock of what he said, Shishido stared at Atobe. Who said that to their boyfriend? Even if they are pissed off at them. “Atobe, I’m not going to say you aren’t an ass, but uh..” Shishido shifted from foot to foot, feeling all too naked at the moment. “you didn’t ruin my life… it’s just uh… you know I’m not good with dealing with things, and that was much bigger than things and you’re still a bastard!” He yelled the last part discouraged at what he was trying to get across and instead headed towards Atobe’s closet. “I’m borrowing something to wear.” He said feeling too exposed without clothes on.

Blinking somewhat stupidly (something else he knew he'd regret) Atobe felt an odd chill come over him, something empty and laced with anger. Had it been a normal morning he would have brushed the comment off, replying with something egoistic but today, he could feel his eyes narrowing, the chill wiping the throb in his head. Oh, he wouldn't forget that comment any time soon.

Being pulled out of his thoughts by Shishido's mumbling, he realized that, all evil thoughts aside, it was actually rather cold; in fact he could feel the Goosebumps on his skin. With a sigh, he nodded at the winged-boy. "Understood," there was a smirk waiting to form after that sentence. Giving into the inevitable (it did make Atobe feel more at home, oddly enough) the diva threw Shishido an arrogant smirk before sliding off the bed. "Help yourself to whatever you can find in the closet."

Thankfully, Atobe wasn’t much bigger than him, so Shishido was able to find some pants that would fit him easily enough. Putting on the red track pants he had found he walked back out of the closet and looked at Atobe. “I’m taking your pants.” He said, wings twitching behind him. “And if you don’t mention the words closet, sex, threesome, Tezuka, or anything else around me for rest of the year it’d be really helpful.” Shishido moved further around the bed and glared down at his dirty boxers with a scrunched face. Nope, he wasn’t about to carry those down the hall with him. He’d just let Atobe deal with it.

Looking up from the discarded clothing, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. His eyes widened as he took in ruffled wings, mussed hair and a generally debauched appearance. Holy hell did he need a shower. “Shit, I look like hell.” He looked back at Atobe and decided with some smug satisfaction that he still looked better than the blonde, “I’m going to shower. I’ll drop off the pants later.” Much later, like a few weeks from now later when he could actually meet the blonde’s eyes without blushing in embarrassment and when he no longer held the desire to kill the other for his projecting either. Because despite his no rather put together demeanour his anger was still boiling beneath the surface. That’s why he just needed to get out of there and back to his own sanctuary.

Eyeing the pants now covering Shishido's legs distastefully, Atobe shook his head. Regretting the move instantly as it messed up his hair even more. Soothing the soft strands down, he turned his attention to the state of his room. He'd have to call someone to clean it up.

"No need," Atobe replied, inwardly wincing at the mess. Disgusting. "You can do whatever you like with them. I doubt I need them as much as you do." He rolled his shoulders; did the other two not know how to have sex without making a mess?

“Great, then I’ll just be umm … leaving.” Shishido said moving to the door, but when his hand rested on the knob he paused and bit at his lower lip a moment, wondering if he wasn’t doing the same thing that he had just moments ago accused Tezuka of. “About last night… it wasn’t… I mean… you were…thanks for being gentle.” He muttered lightly, a fierce blush tinting his cheeks and he refused to look anywhere but the brassy doorknob in his hand. After a few more moments, he nodded his head and fled out of Atobe’s room towards his own.

Turning his head to the door just as Shishido bolted out, Atobe stared for a little while. Letting out a slow smile the blond shook his head and focused on getting himself cleaned. Perhaps he could have the maid clean his room while he bathed. Dealing with twittering women was the last thing he wanted to do.

Glancing at the door one more time he sighed. "This is why I went gay in the first place."

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